Dance

I've been waking up with songs in my head.

Sometimes songs I know.

Sometimes songs I've never heard before.

A lyric.

A melody.

A single line that stays with me until I look it up.

Each morning seemed to bring another song.

I found myself turning the music up.

Wanting to dance.

Not because I knew how.

Simply because something inside me wanted to move.

At first, I couldn't make sense of it.

Why these songs?

Why now?

The more I listened...

the more I realized they weren't simply songs.

They were expressions.

Of love.

Of hope.

Of longing.

Of joy.

Of being fully alive.

Music has a way of communicating what words often cannot.

So does dance.

Neither asks us to explain.

Only to feel.

The more I reflected...

the more I wondered if these songs weren't coming from me at all.

Perhaps they were finding me.

I'm beginning to trust that not everything meaningful arrives as words.

Sometimes it arrives through music.

Through movement.

Through the quiet moments that invite me to listen.

Perhaps the songs didn't begin when I heard them.

Perhaps they began the moment I became ready to receive them.

Keep becoming. 🦋

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