Sensuality...

Sensuality is the greatest gift of dance.  When music enters the mind, it lifts the senses and takes one to another dimension.  The chords, some dissonant; some harmonious, blend into a rhapsody that ease the body into ecstasy.  And it begins to move.  Sometimes it jumps and gyrates or the body gently oscillates and glides.  Round hips sway toward another's; arms surround arms, eyes meet, then bodies intertwine.  They pull away, held together only by hands, then quickly reunite to a lissome embrace, still swaying to the music.  A spin!  Rejoining!  Dance!

"Vivir Lo Nuestro" is my favorite Zumba dance.  

It is the song of two lovers declaring their 

devotion to one another.  I hope the

translation is correct.  The chorus goes like this:

In a black universe,
like the purest ebony,
I will build in white
our love for the future.
In a closed night
I will stop time,
to dream by your side
that our love is eternal.

When I hear this song, I must dance.  My body has gained new strength that celebrates sensuality.  And that which causes my head to rise a bit and my back to straighten, lets my hips believe they can rock a world.  As my arms reach for my imaginary partner, they rise gracefully as if to hug the sky.  I am drawn into a strong embrace and we float to that ebony universe.

and away we go...

Cha, Cha, Cha, Changes

It's inherent in any journey and over the past month, I've contemplated each change.  The exterior changes are somewhat obvious, perhaps more to others than myself.  The internal, more personal ones, hold my attention.  My body feels harder in some places; stronger.  I don't wobble like the weeble I used to be.  The stronger core that Jacob means to develop, supports me in a way I haven't felt in years.  Yoga finally makes sense to me and I cherish each session.  My breathing is deeper; calming and soothing.  My menopausal mind stills; focuses so I can find my way.  The Latin dance gives me a sensual feeling.  My hips sway when I walk.  I love my breasts again.  My shoulders slide back and I feel beautiful.  My wild-child hair twists and wraps its own way.  Whether it shrinks into a short wave cap or swings loosely to its own song, this hair frees my spirit and crowns this new body.

The weight stays constant; no less and no more than a few pounds.  The inches creep down like a slow barge.  But, the distribution?  The changes I feel and see motivate me to continue the journey.  I've been told I don't need to lose 60 more pounds.  And while I would love to believe that, I cannot.  The excitement to meet Skinny Me in person is just too great.  So, slowly we move down the path.  I'll meet you on the other side.

And away we go...