We connect in so many ways.

Consciously or not, we are always in a connection woven into an invisible web of energy that shapes our lives.

Most of the time, we’re not even aware of how we do that.

But when we dance,

when we pause time to simply be,

present, alive, in the same space with another soul,

a field of energy comes alive.

For a good dance, presence is the ground.

It is the invisible floor that holds every movement.

We meet there, in that space where unseen threads link two bodies,

guiding them to move as one.

One hand finds the other, no words needed, just quiet anticipation.

We move.

We feel.

We listen.

The dance is co-created through attunement.

I am here.

You are there.

I see you.

I feel you.

I wait for your cue, just enough to guide the next step.

I trust you’re with me.

You hold me.

I listen.

My eyes are closed, but my heart is open.

Open to that field of possibilities.

Open to connection.

To trust.

To reverence.

This is intuitive connection, alive only in the present moment.

Because we are safe.

We hold each other in presence,

so we can move in freedom, in synchrony.

And then something magical happens.

In the rhythm, there is flow.

In the movement, there is peace.

No worries. No fear.

Just connection.

A move.

A pause.

A breath.

A moment when that music sends shivers down your spine.

And suddenly, your body is no longer yours.

It belongs to that moment.

To the dance.

To presence.

The dance becomes you.

Your body becomes movement.

Your presence becomes the bond.

And in that intimate, breathless moment,

there is healing.

Dance is another word for freeing the stuck energy in your body.

For transmuting old pain into beauty.

For remembering what it feels like to feel.

So even if you don’t come to dance for the magic of the music,

or the intimate connection, or the soulful synchronicity,

Come to dance for the healing.

Even if healing is just a beautiful consequence of all that magic.

Because:

In the rhythm, we return to presence.

In the movement, we remember our freedom.

Two souls, one breath, one moment.

Dancing becomes the prayer… and the healing. 

With reverence,🤍

Aniela

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