Movement

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Sometimes the body remembers what the mind has forgotten.

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For a long time...

 

I forgot that my body was allowed to feel like home.

 

Movement helped me remember.

 

Not perfect movement.

 

Not graceful movement.

 

Just honest movement.

 

Some days I dance.

 

Some days I stretch.

 

Some days I simply sway while the kettle boils.

 

It has never been about fitness.

 

It has always been about coming back to myself.

 

If something here inspires you to move... even for one song, one breath, or one minute...

 

I'm glad you're here.

 

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Move with me (Stay tuned)