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)