I know my words govern the expression of me into form. The power behind them has significant magnitude. With each piece of information that I give value and substance my humanness takes form. It seems, these morsals are a tool for the sculpting of my experience. 
Today, after a weekend of dancing a workshop with 5 Rhythms teacher, Amara Pagon, I seek to make sense of what it means to me “Embodied Soul” was the purpose of our journey on the dance floor and it held all that it implies.
As the days unfold I’m working on a premise that when I am in “alignment” with my soul there is an alignment of my head /thoughts, my heart / feelings and my body /greater conscious mind. And that alignment is how I can touch and know my soul. It is a bridge that connects me from my physical world to my spiritual essence.
After a weekend of moving my body to give what I usually can’t put into words some expression, I find myself wanting to create for myself a new language. I recognize that my inner story is one that contains a lot of chapters about what is and what is not. The judgments I make about myself, about others and about the world around me tend to surface in limiting imaginations of the almost possible. Its part of my humanness I think. I’ve met few people that don’t experience similar feelings and challenges. It must have to do with developing our ego, too bad we abuse that so much.
Listening to that language and focusing on what my head is saying to my heart occurs for me on the dance floor. I move my body and something happens. I begin to observe myself with more truthful eyes. Each layer of me unfolds and I subscribe it a language. But, I find often that language has been critical with too many edges.
These thoughts roam around in my head so much that its easy to believe them.
I can’t…
I don’t…
I’m afraid to…
what if???
And so, in search of another way to move into greater depths of freedom I am becoming aware that the language that I have is not the one that brings more love and freedom into my life. So my head…in search of its contribution to my path seeks now a way to merge and flow. To stop drawing harsh, bold lines with my ego and let circles and spirals emerge. Aligning my head with my body and my heart has begun when I notice my thoughts turning to something more truthful, with substance.
The journey from head to heart can seem a long a treacherous path. The releasing of ego doesn’t tend to come easily with out struggle. Decisions, choices, intentions that are expressed by a wounded or out of control ego can shape a very limited reality.
However, a nurtured and loved SELF with a language of acceptance and trust? Well, that is the language of my heart that I can shape and mold my life and produce luscious results. An ego or self that is directed to a language of purpose, hope, trust and love will ultimately contribute to a reality that holds all of the same. Taking those elements that most naturally are born in our hearts allows that ego to be more healthy and more whole. Even just the resonance of such words gives the heart a nudge towards alignment. Wow, that’s so easy. It seems.
Me, I pour myself in sweat and tears onto dance floors to take the journey from my head, to my heart, into my body and beyond. But, I know, we are all on the journey, however we find the path. The key, the important thought here is that we are willing to take it. For in there lies the path of soul. Deep, rich, fertile and alive! In the journey from head to heart, from heart to body we can uncover a great pathway unlimited only by our imaginations.
Today, I promise myself a new language. The one of soul that soothes rather than wounds. That inspires rather than controls. That provides freedom over limitation. The language of my soul is the language of my mind, my heart and my body pulsing in unison and purging the delicious results.
