Dancing like the tide

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San Agustinillo, Oaxaca, Mexico

San Agustinillo, Oaxaca, Mexico

I wrote the piece below in my journal last spring. It seemed to resonate today. Something about a bright spring day filled with possibility that has me stretching toward the light. My heart keeps singing and I keep dancing. I feel stronger, fuller, more whole these days – well, most of the time. Small, vulnerable, empty, broken moments arise. I breathe into them, through them, and they pass. My emotions move like the tide. And as the waves rush to the shore and gravity pulls them back out again, I realize that I am not this OR that. I am both this and that.

Dancing (journal, spring 2012)

I am stading tall.
I reach for the sky.
My feet are solid on the ground.
My heart is open.
My body flows in movement.
I am grace.
Here I dance.
My very own dance.
To my very own music.
I sway.
I stand still.
I am small.
I am big.
I am vulnerable.
I am strong.
I am nothing.
I am everything.
I am empty.
I am full.
I am broken.
I am whole.

© Vicki Flaherty, 2013

About Vicki L Flaherty

I am most alive when I am creating, whether through writing, photography, gardening, cooking, crafting, sewing, yoga. I enjoy traveling because it opens me to greater awareness and new possibilities. I find a special joy when I’ve helped someone see their brilliance and express their full potential. As I've focused on living more mindfully, I've found special joy in expressing myself through poetry and photography, and in truly being in relationship with those I meet along my journey.

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