When I am in dance class, I find my mind wandering. I think about what I have to do when I get home, what I may have to pick up at the market, chores that await, issues at work, all while I'm kick-ball changing or grape-vining left (jazzerterms). My eyes are watching the instructor and my body responds to hers, matching her moves quite effortlessly at this point.
Then something happens. I actually stop thinking. My mind has exhausted all its usual haunts and it finds itself... quiet... Funny to use that term when all around me are dancing women and pounding music. But I am totally in this little node of silence. I am totally receptive. Open to everything around me. It is truly a Zen moment.
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