After two weeks of clumsy and awkward attempts to learn the steps in my body conditioning class, I finally mastered “the routine”. I realized that my body was doing just what it was supposed to do at the same moment my instructor noticed. She gave a huge smile and a thumbs-up, and my heart absolutely soared. The experience is still a little too fresh to convey the depth of the healing I experienced in that moment. Freedom, not just in my body but in my mind. This morning I took a great big step-kick-cha-cha-cha toward remembering the perfect healthy wholeness that is my body united with spirit.
My seminary classmates and I have delved deeply into our exploration of holding a vision of another person’s wholeness while simply being a loving presence. I write the word “simply” knowing that this practice is anything but simple for me. I sit here now weeping with gratitude for the amazing gift my instructor shared with me– her beautiful faithful loving presence as she trusted that my crossed feet and missteps were just part of the journey.