the end of wait.

maybe it takes the sweat of a hot room to bring me back to my voice.
i've been away.
it's always a kind of stutter to return.
staccato.
one syllable at a time.
it'll come.
just go to the edge and wait.....

it's day 4 of a six month challenge this time.
I'm up for it.
feeling the asymmetry of hips and legs; feeling the clarity of right contrast the pull and torque of left.
there's room here and no room there.
there are surprises.
there is patience in my muscles.
there is love in my heart...and gratitude.
I feel lucky to dance with my own blossoming wisdom.
It feels powerful to simply show up.

and, somehow...this practice, wrings my language out of me and the words begin to drop like water.
in so many ways, I am returned to right here; where I have been standing all along.

thank you for waiting for me.