some moments in life are almost impossible to describe.
as if words may take away the essence of the experience.
i left my job working with artists partly to come closer to my heart and my own creativity.
yesterday i became the artist. I surrendered to the dancer.
my neck, arms, hands, vertebral column spiraled together into the void.
i was finally reaching my purest form of expression: movement.
i did not try to dance well, i wasn’t in need of anything,
i had nothing else than my movement and the energy it helped me reach.
my body danced with the edges of the pool, breathing steeliness for a second and dived again…
once i felt it touched the end of the movement, another hand, arms or foot would gently grab me.
back into the human bath, into the connection with The Others.
resistance may have arise in the past but this time i remembered to surrender.
The Others are the pulsions, the reactions, the push and the pull… the reflection.
together we danced for hours and hours, most of the time underwater, into the dark womb of creation.
when i opened my eyes next to the warm light of the only candle in the room,
i felt as if i just came out of a beautiful medicine ceremony.