I want to talk about bees. They have been working all winter long, walking in formation, eating their stores and shivering to keep the center warm where the women sit who will bring their whole community back to life when its time. It’s almost time. But first I want to entreat you to listen to your room. And in your room, your breath. And beneath your breath, your heart. Place your hand on your heart or against your vulnerable throat to hear the bass line that is with you all the time. Let it begin to move you. Bring your awareness down to feel that internal rhythm in between your hips. Feel the curling serpent of your spine, flock of bones, song of nerve ending, and let them move like a reed in a stream running deep. Sway, just a little private Salome. Worship for a moment your own Bastet, dancing goddess of both pleasure and health; or Nataraja Shiva, divine cosmic dancer who manifested the universe through dance and who is honoured with a bronze statute of the dancing god at CERN, the Center for Research in Particle Physics. You are particle and swarm. You are dancing all the time.
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