Dancing is Freedom Embodied

I love to dance.

To feel FREEDOM embodied and expressed.

I love gliding around the dance floor and playing with different people.

Different energies.

I love closing my eyes and feeling the music.

How it moves through me.

Pulsing.

I‘m in my own world.

I love following the beat of my body,

what she wants to do.

How my hips or legs or ass or arms want to move in that moment, to that song.

I feel so beautiful, so sexy and it’s all internal.

I used to dance performatively, seeking attention, egoic, wanting to impress.

Now I simply LIVE in my body.

I love feeling my curves move, how the sweat melts my makeup and somehow it feels even better that way.

Sexier. Hotter.

My feather earring moving with my curls.

I feel my Woman-ness.

It’s messy and playful and joyful.

My animal comes out to play.

She wants to be met, to connect on the non-verbal plane of the beat.

I listen to her when she tells me to rest or get some water already.

I feel all that dancing on the soles of my feet this morning — reminding me of the magic of dancing barefoot under the stars.

And of this part of myself that I love so much,

Who loves to let it all go and be fully in my body, in this way.

And she wants so much more of it.

I wish I could dance all night.

Alas, my body asks for rest.

I’m in deep devotion to her.

So I listen and go to sleep,

Satiated & nourished down to my bones.

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