I dance this dance to slow time.

I dance this dance with all of my ghosts.

Time slows (so do we, all of us in the room). Lungs expand. Tongues relax. We sit a little deeper in our seats.

There are four of me - one in each corner. As we move - slowly, with intention, we begin to feel this room; the water rushing through the pipes, the aged wood, the indents footprints have left over years. The four of us feel 60 feet into the ground and 258 feet into the sky. The four of us feel each other; in this deep, care-full sensing, we lean into time.

In this dance, in this state-shifting, the space expands and invites us all to feel ourselves. Eyes will wander, and they’ll see light differently. Eyes will close. We hear sounds across the street. Our blood pumps. We get antsy. Here we are.

We uncover what waits to be uncovered.

Music: A Study in Vastness by Ana Roxanne (I do not own the rights)