I’ve been stuck. My body has been stuck. I haven’t been able to access it. Feel it. Hear it. I have been stuck in my head trying to get to my heart, my body, my soul. I haven’t been able to settle into my beloved space beneath time and be with self, hear myself, my God, and my body’s messages these last few days. Fears. Uknowns. Trying to figure it out. Not seeing and feeling any space. Not able to make space. I knew I needed something to shake things up. To open things up. But what?
When I came across a Nia dance lesson, I started into the practice, listening to my body carefully. I could feel the restlessness in my muscles and the longing to move. Big, wide movements. The shake to rattle and roll. So I started to do so. I could feel such a need to move, stretch and come alive! To create space with my arms. I needed to connect breath and body with some vibrancy in order to settle into being still and into my heart.
And, so I put on a link to a Nia class and did half of it, and felt blessed relief in the movement that invigorated me….jostled me up in a connect and conscious way. I needed it. I need more of it, and more of it still. I needed to create space even with the movement of my body – space in the room, to take up space and to reach out into the space…. My body, mind and soul needed it to help me come back to a place of calm where I can be still and be with God….and now, I feel a relaxation and space opening up in my very soul. Space. My heart. I am home once again. I can also feel a movement away from fear to heart and to love. And, even some hints of joy. Maybe. Just out of reach.
I want to remember this – to get up and really move as a way to create space for God, and to settle back into self. Even to stand up and shake, reach my arms in the air, do some yoga. To put music on and dance around! Whatever it takes to move! To remember it might be just what I need, and to make more of a practice out of it – yes, a practice. I have always been someone who moved their body a lot in my life with everything from running, biking, swimming, skiing and yoga. But, these last couple of years I lost my way. And, I think the movement has been missed by every cell in my body more than I knew.
I love to dance and am so blessed to have a partner who often grabs me and spins me around the kitchen and into his arms while I laugh with glee! I know how much my body loves to moves and yet sometimes I lose my way. I was just telling a good friend the other day how much I miss my Nia classes – the people and the dance. (Nia information, in case it is of interest, can be found here. ) Ah blessed movement. Creating the space to come alive in!
