Creating Space

Post by Jo Anna Rothman.


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Creating Space

I watch the room as people spin. Move. Dance. I dance along with them. My body twirling and twisting. Finding space in between the people. It’s a beautiful moment. Something I can witness and be a part of.

I watch the room…I watch the people. In awe of their ability to create, share and take up space. There is no hesitancy. They let their bodies dance. I let my body move as well. Dropping any last bits shame of what my body looks like and allow myself to just feel. Feel what my body needs. Feel what my body wants. Feel where the music is guiding me.

I watch the room and myself. Moving through the swirls of arms and fabric. They are daring in their willingness to be. To command the space as theirs and also share it with such grace. I thought for so long that I had to be as small as I could. There was a limit on the space that available. I thought that space must be fought for. Or was only given to those who were deserving. Who would take it.

I watch the room as I leap, prance, shake. I remember the fights with my body, begging it not to take up space. It fighting back. I was wrapped in judgments, based on beliefs about who I thought was. I tried to separate from my form, blaming it for things it had no say over. I tried, but it never left me…nor I it.

?I watch the room and recall the yearning. My body has ached. To be different. To be loved. To be touched. To surrender to the beloved. To step out of the old heavy patterns. To dance. Freely around the every room, as it now is. I acknowledge the grace and ease as others bend and twist, accommodating me as I accommodate them…Our energies playing and melding. Sometimes seen. Sometimes felt.

I watch the room and I anchor deep inside of myself. Feel myself as my whole being make its through the crowd of beauty. I take the opportunity to love every bit of me that is willing to show up. The voices that, though dimmer, still worry about my hips or belly. I let them be themselves as I love them up. I honor and cherish the rest of me too…the parts that keep up with pulsating beat. The parts that dance it out with the rest of the twirlers and whirlers. The whole of me that is taking up space…sharing it too.

I watch the room as I dance. My body, the most human part of me, playing in the joy of this moment in life. Letting go of the need to make it all better. Deepening in the searing truth that there is nothing wrong. There is only space to love.

Jo Anna Rothman, MA is an intuitive coach and facilitator of The Receiving Project. She revels in assisting people in falling in love with their lives. She is committed to living a life full of pleasure, purpose and enthusiasm. And perhaps most important, she knows the secret to the perfect s’more.

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