that sensation of absolute freedom that I felt last night! what was us dancing in the grass but a celebration of simply being alive? what was us running in a circle, creating a “portal,” then jumping through with screams of silly glee but us living as children yet again? what were we doing but playing? how healing that was for me. to dance, dance, dance like a maniac, without a care in the world! we really did enter a portal that night, didn’t we? it felt like another world, another realm within our own, life felt like a movie, oh, I recall dancing with what felt like grace but more likely looked like insanity, and thinking that we were literally living art. I think Mother Earth likes it when her children do what we did, I think Mother Earth has a heartbeat, and us dancing wildly in the grass in the festival was us syncing our steps to her pulse — I think our heartbeats linked to hers, then to each other. I can tell you truly that just as a bee fulfills one of its purposes by pollinating, a flower by blooming, the Sun by shining, so too do I fulfill my core purpose by letting myself experience the degree of freedom I felt last night.
I can tell you that dance itself is a reclamation of self-love. To dance truly, to truly dance, to allow what you feel to move your body without a care for how it looks, to know full-well you might look like an idiot but to do it anyway simply because it feels right, this… this is such a beautiful act of self-love. This is an attitude that can guide you through life, to do what brings true joy, to do what makes your inner child light up and come to life, even if you look silly — this is what one must do if they wish to bring in their soul tribe, true friends, a partner who loves you for you — to be your truest self is to allow those who are looking for you to find you.
Last night felt like allowing myself to live my life to the full. We drank from the fountain of youth, and I feel renewal coursing through my veins.
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 