http://blog.dancemeditation.org/2008/05/25/dust-and-light/ not an oxymoron Thu, 25 Feb 2010 03:58:51 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9 hourly 1 http://blog.dancemeditation.org/2008/05/25/dust-and-light/comment-page-1/#comment-103 ann Mon, 26 May 2008 02:03:50 +0000 http://blog.dancemeditation.org/2008/05/25/dust-and-light/#comment-103 Holiday time with family and friends amidst weddings and other movings...fun, obligation (not altogether an unpleasant thing, but definitely a component of social responsibility), and true intimacy amidst the awkward closeness sometimes etched between those who have spent decades in each other's lives and yet hardly know each other. I finally had time alone, and sat in delicious stillness, my body at times almost imperceptibly moving. I listened to the glimmers of energies coursing through my body their wordless stories. I wondered as I followed myself through the practice, introducing movement after a time with what I remembered of the openning sequence. The familiar movement was a steady comfort during the stream of various energies. My body remembers the various energies of those I hugged this weekend, some more strong, clear and heart centered than others. During the movement at times it felt as though I was moving the energy of my brother, than a friend, through me as I articulated a movement that didn't feel entirely my own. This resolved into my movements feeling more uniquely mine with a glimmer of memory of my recent interactions. As the practice unfolded further I whirled, and felt confused for the first time in a while at the process. I just whirled last month, so it seemed to be a reorganization at another level. During the whirling for the first time ever I felt terror, when that feeling subsided my whirl seemed complete. It was when I lay down to rest afterwards that I felt what my English friend describes as "dead excitement"...altogether happy, really. Holiday time with family and friends amidst weddings and other movings…fun, obligation (not altogether an unpleasant thing, but definitely a component of social responsibility), and true intimacy amidst the awkward closeness sometimes etched between those who have spent decades in each other’s lives and yet hardly know each other.
I finally had time alone, and sat in delicious stillness, my body at times almost imperceptibly moving. I listened to the glimmers of energies coursing through my body their wordless stories.
I wondered as I followed myself through the practice, introducing movement after a time with what I remembered of the openning sequence. The familiar movement was a steady comfort during the stream of various energies.
My body remembers the various energies of those I hugged this weekend, some more strong, clear and heart centered than others. During the movement at times it felt as though I was moving the energy of my brother, than a friend, through me as I articulated a movement that didn’t feel entirely my own. This resolved into my movements feeling more uniquely mine with a glimmer of memory of my recent interactions.
As the practice unfolded further I whirled, and felt confused for the first time in a while at the process. I just whirled last month, so it seemed to be a reorganization at another level. During the whirling for the first time ever I felt terror, when that feeling subsided my whirl seemed complete. It was when I lay down to rest afterwards that I felt what my English friend describes as “dead excitement”…altogether happy, really.

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