Dancing takes me deep inside of myself. I feel my inner architecture, the sensation in the muscles, the placement of the bones, the fluidity of the water element, and the silent working of the organs. My inner eye roams around the body as I move. I sense the movement of my thoughts and the stirrings of emotions. I listen. I try to hear the subtle voice of the heart and trust it as one of my guides in life. Movement emerges – different each day. I feel the souls of my feet on the earth. I sense my skin breathing. The sky above is a dance partner, as is the space around the body. Some movements feel fluid, some angular, yearning, percussive, humorous, and playful. I notice what and who are around me – the stones, leaves, the sun, walls, sand, light, darkness, the colors, the textures. I am alive.