Dance “class” last night was wonderful. “Class” in quotes because it’s unstructured movement, not really class. I think I’ve linked to the website for this particular dance – 5Rhythms Wave – but let me share this as well.
The 5Rhythms – Flowing Staccato Chaos Lyrical Stillness® – are states of Being. They are a map to everywhere we want to go, on all planes of consciousness – inner and outer, forward and back, physical, emotional and intellectual.
They are markers on the way back to a real self, a vulnerable, wild passionate, instinctive self.
For what it’s worth, I think that kind of description sounds a bit ridiculous. Way too new age-y to be comfortable. Or real. But you know, it’s really easy for me to get disconnected from my own body and stay disengaged. So anything that really does reconnect me is helpful. After all, that’s one of the benefits of kinky sex for me.
No, the dance was not as good as kinky sex. Or spankings. But it was fun and felt good and kind of made me glow. Well, maybe not really, probably it just made me feel like I was glowing. But whatever. I will take what I can get.
I also found a yoga practice I can enjoy. It’s called yoga nidra – a meditation and conscious relaxation practice that is intended to induce total physical, mental, and emotional relaxation. We practiced that the last 30 minutes of the class and it was pretty lovely. Some people claim that a 30 minute practice is equivalent to a couple of hours sleep. I’m not sure I agree with that, but I did feel really good afterwards. And slept well last night.
So I’m adding that to my list of recommendations for people who can’t sleep. Including myself, of course.
I already know which one I want – at least I think. Meet The Mystic:
Reality: I would want a Medium size one, that’s $100, which I do not have. Not to spend on sex toys. And it’s not a vibrator, which is what I would really want. And I have some sex toys here already, except MP has them locked up again and I will not ask for them back.
Ok, here’s my musical gift for today. C’est La Vie, by Emmy Lou Harris. She does a lovely job with this – I’ve been trying to write and chair dance at the same time listening to her. Enjoy.