Reblogging this one because it suits me today:
Dance. It was, has been and will always be my life. It’s like a breath of fresh air when my lungs have been doused in polluted shit for what seems like an eternity. I can breathe fully.
To have dance removed from my life is like learning how to speak again after the muscles and tendons in my jaw have been replaced with sand. There’s only acknowledgement of a major change and frustration fills the areas where familiarity used to live. The putting on of the helmet and the strapping on the seat belt. The expression that was has now turned into a loss for words even though the thought behind those words still hovers in my sore throat. Hovering is so annoying.
And to find my voice once again is a miracle. Maybe not the religious type of miracle but a gift just the same. I am dancing again…
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