tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315248262011-04-21T16:32:02.448-07:00SChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06575372955597048254noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31524826.post-1153628615247228242006-07-22T21:20:00.000-07:002006-07-25T22:33:12.786-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4611/1662/1600/shadowsholdinghand.7.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4611/1662/400/shadowsholdinghand.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4611/1662/1600/shadowsholdinghand.6.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4611/1662/1600/shadowsholdinghand.5.jpg"></a><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Saturday night healing! That is what it is for me -- <a href="http://www.ecstaticdancehouston.com">MY community dance</a> -- </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Last Saturday, we were invited to be aware and to dance with our 'shadows.' As the music started, I dropped judgment within my eyelids. Holding Suka's hand, I began to feel the music and to move slowly with the rhythm. I would let go of the hand in regular basis, not this time, we hold tight. After a while, I was confused which hand was whose...I immediately was transported to a forest where I could only see what it was 20" ahead of me. I did not know where to go? what to do? I dropped the judgment again, and began feeling what I was really feeling... I was sad, afraid and wondering. I cried, and cried. The music changed; it started to march and I was following, my body felt sometimes heavy and sometimes so weak. I kept on searching, that forest was so beautifully overwhelming! What was I pursuing? Truth? Peace? Home? </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">One thing got me through it; holding that hand at times I felt was my own, my shadow's hand, my friend's hand...God's hand. </span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div align="justify"><br />...I was avid, longing to give someone what I want to receive.... And then I saw an imposing, wise and beautiful tree -- Nadine! -- I got closer, initiated contact, got closer enough to feel the energy between us. The music is intoxicating now. And I reached out for her hand and touched it as gently as I could, trying to know thru my tact; who are you? Who am I? Tip finger up through her arms, her shoulders, her back, her silhouette, down her legs to her feet... I replanted them with my warm hands -- to ground her as I wanted to be grounded. Tip finger slowly, I went back up and put one hand on her back and the other on her chest, I was searching for her heart. Searching for love, and I felt it both, we embraced so tight. I cried again.</div><div align="justify">..............................................Oh new moon! you that arises sensitivity.</div><div align="justify"><br />I was grateful I chose to hold that hand as much as I could.<br />I was grateful I chose to nurture myself by nurturing another human.<br />I am grateful I am choosing not to go through 'the forest' alone. . .<br />In every person, in every moment;<br />I create and find myself,<br />I am not alone anymore.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">SC</div><div align="justify">Houston, 07.22.06</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31524826-115362861524722824?l=woman-con-wings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06575372955597048254noreply@blogger.com6