After a three year gap, I went to a Five Rhythms dance two weeks ago. It felt like a homecoming. As soon as I stepped onto the dance floor, my body remembered. It twirled and moved the way it used to when I went to the classes weekly.
The body remembers….
Then, last week, I had a bit of a shock. We have a lovely lady who comes to help us with a bit of cleaning. She’s been somewhat unreliable lately, cancelling or rearranging her visits. She called me last Tuesday and said that her partner had left his job, and she was stressed out. We agreed that she’d come the next day.
‘I’m sorry to hear that you’ve been stressed out,’ I said when she came.
‘He beats me, you know,’ she said tentatively. Then unable to stop, she poured her heart out.
I stood frozen at the bottom…
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