January made me star shaped once upon a time, reaching out for the universe in five different directions. Winter surrounded my bones with the softest of snow. I was delighted to be born, wrapped up in blankets until I could spread each limb out for balance. Held until I could stretch the muscle of my mind into the farthest reaches of my body.
Now when I put weight in my hands and feet in downward dog I feel the stiffness of my sacrum. I have played hard, leaping, rolling, climbing, feeling free in my body. As a dancer, ironically I also spent many years holding back, restraining what I say and how I move. At times I was frozen with fear, scared of my own blue eyes, of what I see and what people would see in me.
Icicles make me long for more transparency. I see frosty designs grow on windows like the branches of arteries. Underneath my pale skin flows this cool, melancholy, blue blood, like the blue that dwells just below the surface of the snow. Reuniting with my old friend winter has revived my heart. I am so grateful to be able to move freely, sliding through the woods, without the judgment or interference of my mind. This world I ski in with my dog is overwhelmingly sparkly and we are both just too joyous to be cold.