I feel like dancing. Really boogieing. And even though the simple act of gyration can induce near ritualistic body movements and a feeling of physical freedom, I seek it for other reasons. To explore. To release. To fulfill something in my life that has been starving lately. I danced a bit last weekend. But this is different. Maybe I need to do it alone in a mirrored room where I can cascade into my own consciousness, seeking visions and truths. Or maybe in a crowd where you just lean into everyone else as if one mass, part of the entire world.
Or maybe, and this is just a thought, it isn’t actually dancing that I need at all….
