There is something so ancient inside of each of us, so ancient that we don't even recognize the very roots of its origin. It is our own special passion for something that has been solid and present as we slipped and fought our way out of our Momma's womb. Our cries as a newborn were instinctive and primitive, screaming out with the voice of our being, solidifying our distinct personalities and acknowledgement of self. Even the infants emerging in silence, had their own voice be it hidden from the world, in their own way claiming their passion in ways, though quiet, making a deep impression on whomever welcomed them into existence.
As we journeyed, and learned to quiet our souls, to protect ourselves and to start building the walls of societal requirement, many there are who stilled their voice of passion. Pushing it back inside so as to fit in and not make waves in their pool; losing that bit of themselves that gave them fullness and richness and courage and purpose. Maybe a greed for stability, for financial achievement, for power filled up their intrinsic nature that once proclaimed itself in birth...overwhelming their soul, and instead of filling their hearts, their greed turned on them and emptied it instead.
As for me, my cries turned inward, strengthening my muscles, filling my sinews with a music that I heard in my head and my heart all my days...each beat and note moving my fingers, my toes, my arms, my legs... obligating constant movement...tapping, rocking, swaying, jumping, flailing, and expressing my heart. Joyful, mournful, restful, or wild... my passion let loose in my dance.
It has been that way as long as I can remember. Annoying as hell to people around me... my feet tapping out a new dance under my desks at school, rocking faster, slower as I read my novels and fairy tales.. running in fields became a joyful dance culminating in sliding up trees and swinging from branches, toes pointed and hanging on with the minimal amount of pressure I could get away with trying to defeat gravity and earthbinding rules. Climbing rocks as lightly as I could...flying whenever possible. It took me on many adventures, following the lead of my passion... flying on a trapeze, jumping on trampolines, climbing mountains and swinging on ropes over miles of sparkling water just waiting for the perfect moment , the perfect beat, the perfect note to let go and poise my body to fly....
Everything becomes a dance to me. Making breakfast is a dance, and my day is spent perfecting movement and expression... it is the voice I was born with. I dance out my soul.
What is your passion? How does your soul express itself? You need to dig deep inside, way back to that root, that cry that you made as you entered this world.... it is there. Search for it, find it...embrace it.... Cry as you will....find your way to dance out your soul.....
