Dancing for a sacred Peace

The anxiety builds, my chest expands, with an acute pressure that wants to burst out of the confines of my ribs. Is this the product of my PTSD, or perhaps my worried brain? Could it be from all the perfection I seek that of course I will never achieve? Or from my relentless iron maiden task master that will truly never let up... no matter the bargains or pleas I offer to appease? My stomach churns like it is making my intestines into butter, and my soul jumps my human ship as if the whole thing is sinking into a metaphorical ocean.

In all this internal insanity, I shall dance now down this path! Let my ears tune into the drums, the bells, the strings, and singing voices reverberating in harmony through these music pods playing my song! let my feet strike the pavement below beat by beat, as my legs energize with every stride! let my eyes delight in the myriad of colors, splashed upon the trees, sky, mountains, and fields, and let my skin feel the breeze rustling through my hair and in the folds of my clothes! Let me do this dance in concert, or individually, experiencing every note, until my mind cleanses from this tyranny and once more I find that sacred peace within me!

Musings of a Mariposa