“When was the last time you danced?”

-Question Put To The Sick By A Native American Medicine Man

We don’t sing.  We don’t dance; two of the most primal things we can engage in as expressions of our bodies and hearts.  We’re an odd culture, vacant of the rituals, ceremony and customs that bind us to others and to ourselves.  

Today, I’ll find a  moment to turn on the music and reacquaint myself with my body ~ perhaps find my voice.

Celebrate your face, your voice, your heart, your presence, your grit, your goodness, your beauty, your smile, your soulful light.  Simply celebrate you.  

“Dont’ cry”.  ”You’re too old to cry”.  ”Big girls don’t cry”.  

We’re taught at a very young age that crying is not a good thing.  We should be stronger, shouldn’t pity ourselves, hide our feelings…. tears are for the weak.  Locked away in this mis-messaging, the tears of healing and cleansing struggle to find light - to find their way out; to make whole, a full-bodied life.  Our tears are part of us as much as our breathing, our vision, our hearing.  They are a compass and an elixir.  To stop them is to stop life itself, and to deny ourselves the full depth of our humanness - We leave an essential part of us abandoned without voice and with a heart that feels only half beats.