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Hard armor, soft soul: A dance that turns limbs to liquid
The first quarter of a movement meditation class is usually a warm-up for me, a woman in her 40s. Even after the designated 10-minute-or-so settling in period, my arms, legs, and neck still feel like rigid sticks and twigs protruding from my tree trunk of a torso. I am hyperaware of stiffness, the creakiness in…
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Trusting the dance, even without steps
I have found myself in a life-dance with no steps, no choreography, but the lessons I’ve learned from a consistent meditative movement practice (and the body wisdom gained from my earlier years of formal dance) keep me trusting my gut, being aware of others in space (physically and emotionally), surrendering to the mystery, and trusting…
