Recently, I’ve fallen in love with movement. Stretching. Sensing. Dancing. The way my lungs expand and contract while breathing. The way the sunlight moves through space, kisses my skin and shimmies away. I close my eyes to heighten my sense of touch, to be completely immersed in the art my vessel creates through each muscle and nerve.
I imagine this is what trees must feel in the evening breeze as they're gently rocked to sleep.
A year ago, I moved to a small space between Main and Los Angeles Street in Downtown LA. There are sirens, alarms, 24-hour traffic patterns, and erratic noises from drug-addicts wandering the streets. Ironically, my life has never been more silent.
Embracing movement, harnessing sensation, and allowing my body to bathe in the light that it is has transformed me from the inside-out. My essence is no longer a stranger who occasionally knocks—it is an intimate connection, an ever-present dweller in my bones.
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Harness your being
lullaby swim
beam from a place within
see without eyes
sense without touch
simply exist—
it’s enough.
Photo: @nataliekarpushenko
