Rooting Down

A wonderful, glorious thing is happening. 

I am dancing again. Slowly, surely. 

I used to bellydance. When we moved a few years ago, I stopped. I've missed it. I dabble here and there. The movements come naturally. 

I also used to visualize in my spiritual self-care practice much more. I've rediscovered this beautiful, wondrous inner world. 

It's all exactly like flexing a muscle. It's so lovely how the body and mind remember. Getting stronger. More fluid. With each breath, each motion or image flows more vividly. 

I go out on my balcony at night, just before bed. I'm bathed in dark night and katydid song. It's just me and the moonlight. There I connect. I root myself down to the earth, I bring the earth energy up, I swirl it around my chakras. I smooth out my aura and tuck it into my grounding cord. My mind is vivid and dramatic with sounds, tools, colors, to cleanse and clear my being. Celestial energy showers down and washes clear my field, renewing me. 

Then I sway. My legs, my hips, my ribs, my shoulders, my neck... each circle loosening, warming, soothing. These isolations, I've missed! I've missed them so much. They make me want to dance again. 

How do we let things slip away so easily? How universally we welcome them back, as if time never let them go.