High on Beauty - August 14, 2016

As I floated out of Sunday morning ecstatic dance (I call it dance church) I realized that I was completely high ... on dance, music, connection, life, and the beauty of all of these. And I can't even imagine that any drug could improve this experience. 

After the dance, everyone lying on the floor in silent darkness, someone breathed an audible sigh and we echoed and enjoyed a respiratory stretch together when another dancer's breath turned into a soft hum and we joined in a spontaneous toning that rose and fell, sculpted itself, and effortlessly, leaderlessly resolved. I love these unchoreographed, improvised moments that resemble murmurating birds. Ahh ....

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