Dancing with my shadow (revisited)

As the sun has now found its home behind me, all that is directly in front of me is my own shadow.

The only way I can describe it is like when you spend the day outside and your eyes have to readjust when going indoors. My vision is blurred and my eyes haven't readjusted yet — it's dark in here and I keep stubbing my toes on sharp corners.

But the knowing that everything should readjust eventually, gives me a little push to keep going. I've actually started playing with the idea of dancing with my shadow, though it feels like I'm dancing with the devil. I'll place one hand on my heart and the other on my womb, and through movement, I will talk to her — feeling everything that she wants me to feel, seeing and hearing everything she wants me to see and hear.

And when the time is right, we will dance with the world. We will form relationships that give us drive, and lose others that weigh us down. We will be sexual and sensual in our moves. We will allow us to be held. We will "love" and be "loved". We will not be afraid of the world, even if the world is afraid of us.

One day, we will just be.