The dance is not where we lose ourselves. But where we find ourselves.

Your soul is a seeker, lover and artist; shape-shifting through archetypal energy, between your darkness and fields of light, your body and spirit, your heaven and hell, until you land in the moment of sweet surrender; when you, as a dancer, disappear into the dance.

Sweat your prayers, dance your pain, and move on.

If you don't do your dance, who will?

Your voice takes you to your heart.

Your body is the ground and metaphor of your life, the expression of your existence. It is your Bible, your encyclopedia, your life story. Everything that happens to you is stored and reflected in your body. In the marriage of flesh and spirit divorce is impossible.

It takes discipline to be a free spirit.