Dancing, Dreaming, flying

It was gray that day, very gray, and the rain falling from the heavens numbed the body wrapped up in its winter clothes. It was Sunday, and life seemed to be moving in slow motion. Inside, there was a checkerboard floor, a long wall of mirrors and space, lots of space ... Then came the music, from Latin America, throbbing but happy, sweet and lively, like Malaïka, who originates from everywhere, inviting us to let go, relax, smile, grin/grimace, play ...

Little by little, the body grows, it is magnified and takes its rightful place, as if born out of the air, united with the space. And with it a feeling of being in the world, being part of the world, feeling well, whole, free. Space within time, timelessness, everything seems possible, even flying ...

The atmosphere in the small room off to the side where tea and pastries awaits entices and warms, just like a cubbyhole, extending this wonderful feeling for a few moments longer, before quietly returning to the November grayness, still very gray, but no longer quite so empty. C.M