I’m certain I needed to go. I wish I was still going. In my life then and now dancing is something I’ll always need.
I learned to love music, to let it move me. I learned to get out of my head and into my soul. I found how to think with all parts of my body.
Now when I want to know whether the truth stands before me, I look inside, breathe deeply, and carry the thought through me. Down, down, it goes through my chest, hips to my feet asking the question. It waits there a moment. On the way up, up, it passes my knees, my waist and shoulders, taking in the answer and returning it to my head.
I learned to stretch myself well out into my fingers and toes. I can feel the truth with every cell I am. I learned that when I was half as tall and had not decided about how truth or learning was supposed to work yet.
Dancing gives me something other folks search out, explore, even yearn and pine for. I leave my head. I get to go inside and wander. I can spill through like light, slide through me like water, slip out of me, taking in everything indiscriminately. I touch the universe dancing the truth of it.
Maybe that’s why I walk, dance really, or listen to music when I write.
−me strauss Letting me be