I am not a dancer I am not a dancer. I don’t know how to dance properly, how to stretch my legs, how to curve my back, how to move my arms. I don’t know any rules about the best way, the perfect way, the right way. I don’t have the notion of failure or success of my movements. I cannot even control the things I want to do with my body or make it move the way it moves inside my mind when I think about it. I just move. I am not a dancer. But I do have a body. And I do have legs and arms and the will to follow the music and to let myself go with it. I have the freedom inside myself. I have feelings I want to express, I have energy I want to pass. I am there. I can move. I can move my body, let it go, follow it in its own movements. See what happens, ignore what happens, accept what happens. It doesn’t have to be perfect, it doesn’t have to be pretty. It doesn’t have to be for someone to see or like or appreciate or correct. It is for myself, it is made by myself. I am the owner of my body, I am the owner of my freedom. I feel like the owner of my movements. I can move. I can feel. I can be there, present and involved in that moment. Letting parts of myself flow through my muscles, my bones, my skin. Creating my way of being in the physical space, saying “I am here and this is my body. This is my message. To myself.” I can move myself and feel. Am I not a dancer?
Posted on: Wed, 15 Oct 2014 07:45:25 +0000
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