It doesn't really matter much any of those things that we put so much stock into. Think about it, all those thoughts and fears that roam around in our busy lives, guiding us in subtle, unknown ways. Does he like the dress I'm wearing? Does she think I'm stupid? Why is he angry? Why can't I be successful? What will they think? Why can't I do better? I understand now in my heart, none of that truly matters. It is not that I believe in emptiness or unhappiness, on the contrary. I think when each of us truly face our fears and dare to let them go, we will know in our heart that all that matters is that we trust and believe in love. When death comes and most likely it will, both in the metaphorical and literal sense, we'll know that choosing love is all that really matters.
I'm interested in those moments, when people are most open, when their guards are totally down. Those moments occur most commonly when people first meet one another. You see, nothing has been established between the two yet, no boundaries are laid down and their hearts are potentially open as there is no sense of the prospect of loss.
When I dance, I move my body to the rhythm of the music and the pulsating of everything around and in me. You could say I make myself move to feel the pulsating that is me, in and around me. I love dancing, because as I move, I connect with every muscle, every part of me. At the same time, I let go of everything that moves inside me. To dance freely I have to surrender all that lives inside. I let go of all contractions and let joy take over. The joy of being and moving freely, like the child completely immersed in play, sets me free and I become blissful. Whatever troubles or fears I had evaporate and I'm encouraged to experience optimism and love.
I dream of London
walking down its petite, winding streets,
surrounded by its many venerable buildings,
its mercurial sky above, my feet touching its ground
looking for you,
I go to all the places you took me to
the dancing parade of carnival participants in Notting Hill
crossing Westminster bridge to the Big Ben
I let go of your hand to get a snapshot
you and me both admiring the architecture of London,
cathedrals, old and modern buildings reflected in the Thames
while you fill me in on the gaps in your life