Rain falls in real time

I have a short circuit between my body and my soul. They used to be really connected. Somehow, one part decided that the other part wasn't doing its job and wandered off. It's so difficult to dance without that connection. Both parts remember how good it feels to let loose and spin and undulate to the loud music in my living room. It's free and uninhibited inspired movement and it is pure magic. Add lyrics that I can sing, and it's my catharsis.

I heard myself singing the other night. It was like my voice couldn't be contained. I had to sing. Now I have to dance. Perhaps if I let my body move, it will entice my soul back to speaking to me.

I feel fragmented and I have forgotten too much of what it felt like before I splintered. Is there a way to clean up the scar tissue so that I can feel the nerves again? I don't mind the sting if it means I'll feel as deeply again.

I just think it begins again when I dance.

Originally published at Armchair Navelgazing.