Mane Dance

Lately I have been recontextualising what it is that is 'the dance'. My dear friend Lily has introduced the idea of wilding into my world. Here is a little something called "Wildness, unreasonable ends" that I wrote for them.

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Cracking through the creveces, finding a new form. A free form. Moving with abandonment. A sort of disruption to the known. Unknowing where the ends or if the ends even exist. Opposed to linear, forward, it is outwards, spherical. A more intuitive decision to run. Can structure be wild? Can a day's work exist in the wild? Can I maintain a sense of grounded-ness whilst existing wildly? There are natural structures of existence on earth that haven't been enforced on us. The sun rises, the sun lowers. The moon gradually expands and gradually sheds itself. Are these wild structures? Such restriction my mind places on my being. How can I re-wild my mind? Daily the privilege of moving allows my body to access free form, but the things I see when I look out the window come from ideas of control, structure & rigidity in discipline I need to grow some vines to crack through the crevices of the prim that is my mind. REWILD MY INSIDES so that the roots may grow through & extend out into the people, places & concepts around me.

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Here is my wild dance this evening. I was feeling emotional and needed to get out of my head. I know, seems like the classic "I needed to leave all my feelings on the dance floor" but when a song comes on my Spotify and it matches my internal experience so well, I got to dance I do.