Rotating the hip, oh how much pleasure!
Resting the neck in its greatest elongation.
Rotating the shoulders in an open posture.
The whole body is excited with emotion.
Waking up to move stabilizes my mind.
The wonder of small gestures.
The fortune of living by improving the posture towards life from within.
Shaking myself inside is the pleasure of meeting the rawest essence of my being.
Stretching in movement and in different ways, gives instructions to my body.
The sweetness of living dancing in every fiber.
The beauty of investigating myself daily.
The body guides my mind and my emotions.
I go beyond the internal dialogue.
The freedom to undulate in spirals.
The magic in me is detonated when I open myself to surrender to my sacred geometry in the symmetry of my stretches.
Oh, how much life hidden behind the chaos of the lack of motion!
How much life pulsates beyond the collapse!
How much hydration there is beyond the rusty fibers of yesterday!
Movement is my medicine.
Shaking myself chaotically is the antidote to inherited listlessness.
Moving in spirals, freely and in a non-linear way is my authentic and creative expression of absolute freedom.
Letting life dance for me is the elixir of my soul.
The opportunity to discover my language in movement.