I dance every day.
Some times you may not recognise it as a dance
it is an internal dance of fluids organs, bones, tissues.
Some time it is a walking dance
as my eye take in what surounds me and my cells dance and my step changes
sometimes it is cooking dance
I move around the kitchen like a possessed shaman from vegetable to seed to pot
creating inventing tasting the nourishment that is to come
sometimes I lie on the floor and wait for my inner-dance to speak to me
I follow it obediently as my body rolls into fluid shapes that lengthen widen and deepen me
then there is the dance you would recognise.
The music plays and I am transported, the music speaks, my body obeys.
Any and all music that my soul can hear
not knowing where it will take me
But
then there is the music from the land of Isis.
the ones that Egyptians know, love, embrace
there, my body takes on the form of the double helix
I am shaped by the eternal universal spiral that connects us all.
but the vibrating rhythms that live in the earth
there I am home.
