Embodiment. the representation or expression of something in a tangible or visible form.
This. This right here calls to me on a deep soul level. To express myself in a visible or tangible form as it brings me more freedom and creativity. Not worrying about perfection or getting something right, but just expressing myself authentically in this physical reality. My reality. This movement, this dance that breaks down walls and melts icy barricades flows so smoothly and in sync with my own rhythm. Encompassing all that I am and ever dream to be, embodiment captures my essence as she lulls me with her song, bringing me ever closer to her bosom.
She sings. I dance. She drums. I find my voice. This connection between creative force and visible form are so strong that the pull anchors me to the ground. There is no denying that she is me and I am she. We are interwoven together in this magical tapestry of the soul; knowing that without a physical manifestation of our creations, they cease to form.
We must speak out our truths, move our bodies, feel our own rhythms, and express ourselves in a tangible way in this world. Look at me! Look at us! We are vibrant, moving, fluid, sensual beings that have worth, whether you say so or not. I am worthy because I am me. And this is my unique spark to the world, to myself; these gifts of the feminine that run through my veins. This mystical flame that will never yield, but will always burn hot. I am movement. I am courageous. I am infinite.