I am sitting here, in the sun, listening to the rising and falling ocean of conversations. A coffee in my hand, a cool breeze on my neck, what’s more perfect?
There are two girls on one side of me having a spirited chat. I tun in, and tune out as the waves rise and fall.
‘Zumba”,
“bandanas- what is it?”,
“dancing is like a deeply felt rebellion…”
Screeeeeeeech….So tuned in.
A Deeply Felt Rebellion.
Let it swim on your tongue, and in your head for a moment.
The words settle into your bones, don’t they?
If these words had a picture, it may be of a person running, screaming in complete joy.
Away from everything they know to be true.
Running towards a new truth, a new era. A whole different way of being.
I’ve been having my own Deeply Felt Rebellion, with myself.
Trying to rip out, or rub away a core part of myself, that I felt, was not integral to who I am.
Fortunately, for all of you (and myself), I found my way.
Deeply Felt Rebellions.
I see why this girl equated this with dancing. When you are dancing, you are present. You are moving to a primal beat that your body knows, like the smell of your own skin.
And yes, in that moment, rebellions happen.
Spiritual Odyssey 