Movement- pride. The beauty of notes dancing in air, as my daughter's arms command the bow of her violin. My son clutching a football and exploding down the field quickly out of reach of defenders at his heels.
Movement-beauty. The captivating way the bodies of my yoga students form a synchronize wave from Updog to Downdog, or the blissful result that ensues as the surge of sweat drops from the brow of the determined yogi as her feet lift off the ground, perching herself for the first time in crow and the smile that follows. The exaggerated sigh of exasperation from the teasing yoga practitioner as we finish an abdominal series.
Movement-transformation. The tearful hiccup in my sister's voice when she tells me she just finished her first marathon. The sync of our steps and hearts on Sunday morning runs alongside my sister n law and my best friend. In this movement, and a time for pouring over our troubles and take turns making each other laugh.
Movement.
I'm in love with movement and so grateful for what it changes, what it soothes, what it solves.
All sorts of movement, from my feet pushing against the peddles occasionally looking up from the handlebars to reveal sheer joy on the faces of fellow bicyclists passing by.
Then, my feet landing on freshly fallen cedar needles in a soft walk through the woods.
Or, the pleasure of my feet leaving the ground lifting into an inversion that took years to master.
Even movement in the stillness. The rise and fall of my chest in breath in the stillness of the night. The pulsing of the tips of your fingers or toes as you lie in Shavasana.
All of it.
I love that all people, regardless their mobility can move. Inhale and watch the wave of breath flow from the abdomen, into the chest, through the throat and into the crown of the head. Watch the wave of the exhale from the crown of the head, back down through the neck and thoracic cavity and down through the abdomen.
The beautiful wave of the body's most complex, life giving movement. Movement giving life to all other movement.
Breathe, Move, Empower- or STRUT, it's BLISS
In the words of Lenny Kravitz...
You are a freak of nature by the way you move
Just be yourself, you got nothing to prove
Baby strut
Let me see you walk, strut
Let your body talk, strut
Show me how you work
*"Strut" by Lenny Kravitz
Movement-beauty. The captivating way the bodies of my yoga students form a synchronize wave from Updog to Downdog, or the blissful result that ensues as the surge of sweat drops from the brow of the determined yogi as her feet lift off the ground, perching herself for the first time in crow and the smile that follows. The exaggerated sigh of exasperation from the teasing yoga practitioner as we finish an abdominal series.
Movement-transformation. The tearful hiccup in my sister's voice when she tells me she just finished her first marathon. The sync of our steps and hearts on Sunday morning runs alongside my sister n law and my best friend. In this movement, and a time for pouring over our troubles and take turns making each other laugh.
Movement.
I'm in love with movement and so grateful for what it changes, what it soothes, what it solves.
All sorts of movement, from my feet pushing against the peddles occasionally looking up from the handlebars to reveal sheer joy on the faces of fellow bicyclists passing by.
Then, my feet landing on freshly fallen cedar needles in a soft walk through the woods.
Or, the pleasure of my feet leaving the ground lifting into an inversion that took years to master.
Even movement in the stillness. The rise and fall of my chest in breath in the stillness of the night. The pulsing of the tips of your fingers or toes as you lie in Shavasana.
All of it.
I love that all people, regardless their mobility can move. Inhale and watch the wave of breath flow from the abdomen, into the chest, through the throat and into the crown of the head. Watch the wave of the exhale from the crown of the head, back down through the neck and thoracic cavity and down through the abdomen.
The beautiful wave of the body's most complex, life giving movement. Movement giving life to all other movement.
Breathe, Move, Empower- or STRUT, it's BLISS
In the words of Lenny Kravitz...
You are a freak of nature by the way you move
Just be yourself, you got nothing to prove
Baby strut
Let me see you walk, strut
Let your body talk, strut
Show me how you work
*"Strut" by Lenny Kravitz
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