I love the hum of a room full of movers, dropping into a deep vibration and riding it all the way home.

I love when our bodies find patterns of motion belonging to no-one, moving through everyone, just borrowing our hands and our heads and our feet for awhile.

I love catching a glimpse of someone’s soul I hadn’t seen before – when I find myself suddenly dancing with a warrior, a healer, a tree spirit, a bird on the wing.

I love when presence descends like grace, finding me perfectly, here, in this healthy, tender, temporary miracle, this loyal friend, this body.