Have you ever stopped doing something, either because you just forgot to do it or because where you lived it became impossible to do? As time wore on, you vaguely remember the joy and happiness, the release and storytelling it brought to your life, the art and vibrancy it brought to your soul and your home... then one day, you began to look back on your life and wonder, "
Where did the dancing go?" I can even remember why I stopped. Maybe Merami's clutter took up the dance floor (aka living room). Maybe I moved away and didnt have a place to for a long time... Or maybe I just forgot how to let go and move to the music. For what ever reason, stop it did. And my heart got homesick for it...
Not an more! Today dance has returned to my home... and I feel so alive... a piece of my soul is whole again. Why I ever stopped, or if I just planned to rest from an injury or something, I will never know, but now I am go to make room for it in my days again. I use to dance daily, if not more, and I was alive, vibrant, and me... I stopped, and art slowly faded from my life... Maybe as I dance, and my soul awakens... my drawing and other art will return as well...
~ Morria
