Category: Dance Analogy
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Loving the Floor
I love to lie on a hard, wood floor. When I am alone, in my little wooden-floored room on the top floor of the house, there is a gleaming wood floor that is often warm from sunlight that comes through skylights in the room. I sneak up there when I am tense, anxious, cold, in…
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Stillness that is Not Death
It was a Christmas family gathering and I was complaining to the people who shared my end of the table about no longer being able to sleep through the night. “When I wake at 3 am and can’t go back to sleep, that is the worst,” I said. My Uncle Phil, my senior by about…