Last night at 12 minutes to midnight, my fellow and I agreed to leave the bar we’d stepped into 5 minutes prior and instead greet the new year walking under a full clear moon, distant and cold, warm in hue.
A solid decision, as those quiet heights lent the proper mix of gravity and gusto to the firecrackered hoots heard echoing in the streets. It is wonderous and comforting to feel oneself so intensely placed.
To carry such lessons of energy forward, dancing provides unparalleled means of active presence. The living room dance party has long been a friend to my equanimity, and so I resolve in 2018 to ever more consciously and consistently practice such homegrown routes to wisdom of body and breath and movement of soul. It is a fine power, conjuring gratitude and humility, to dance completely from inside.
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Wowzers, that is a cracking dress, what a find! X
Thanks! I was so excited to look for a label and find evidence of handsewing instead 🙂