The Dance
Music fills the air in a cacophony of sound. I let it fill me, move me. I let it take control of me. It draws me closer, closer. I find a rough patch of ground that is mine for this moment, checking for disaster. Then I move, slow at first, but not for long. This music isn’t slow. I am whirling spinning, ever faster and faster, and feeling my feet pound into the earth in time with her heartbeat. Sixteenth notes to her heartbeat, thirty-sixth notes, even faster and faster we spin until we are lost in her and one with her and there is nothing other than the One. Whirling we finally collapse exhausted, all the fire inside burned up, used. All gone and spent, but replaced with something new. Full to the brim, overflowing with energy, so full we cannot move.
Breathing. Just breathing… Still… A dance of its own to music only the still can hear. Feeling the energy tingling through me, out of me. Drunk and happy, finally able to speak again. Eyes bright, mouth talkative, heart happy. Pixie sticks defy my authority. Those damn pixie sticks. Laughter at my silliness.
Two songs later, another irresistible dance. Still can’t stand, can’t get up on my feet, no physical energy left, but I can’t stop from moving, the music calls to me. Still sitting, arms flailing, losing track of time and space. No idea where up, down, East, West, South and North disappeared to. Just me and the music. My legs want to move, and they do, but only a little. Too weak to stand and dance under my own weight. Exhausted, happy, I sit a while longer.
Wonderful exuberance. Finally free of the excess energy, I am full of nothing but wonderful positive energy. Happy, talkative, silly, and did I mention talkative? Speaking of things I never speak of with anyone. Learning things new and looking at the old with fresh eyes. Learning growing, laughing, and being one with Mother Earth.
Vashalla Silverwind