Layers removed. What did cover and hide, now stripped away. Bare skin. Bare souls. All that remains. Free of all they held and all that held them back. Into the center, they dove. Into the center – transcendence attained. The center holds the space where hearts and souls aligned, match the rhythm of lapping waves. …
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Spinning to the Center
An eight by six-foot mat, free-floating and grey – just enough cushion to protect long muscles and absorb the long day. Spinning to the center of self on squares, snapped together that appear dull and lifeless. Appearances deceive. Grounding grey underneath vibrates, hums, and pulses with passion, sweat, and tears. A dancer ready to spin …