“You wont feel nothin till you feel… You feel the power, just the power of love” — Huey Lewis and the News, “Power of Love.”
Last week, PhD Coachy (my therapist of about two years) gave me a homework assignment. “Reflect on your power,” he said, “write about it, meditate on it, dance about it, find a creative way to express it. Can you do that?”
“Have I ever NOT done my homework?” I asked.
So I kind of saved it for the last minute, tomorrow is my appointment. But as it turned out, I couldn’t go to dance on Sunday, so tonight was the first opportunity to “dance about it.” And I had been thinking about my power a little bit. But as I danced, I started to feel powerful. And I had a thought — it is a little surprising to me that other people, people who don’t know me outside of dance, do seem to want to dance with me. And it occurred to me that one reason for that is that I’m dancing in a way that shows I’m comfortable with my body. And most of the time, while I’m dancing, I am really comfortable with my body. I’m usually grateful for what it can do and how it feels. I’m focused on experimenting with different ways to move my body. And this powerful comfort comes from a place of self-love.
What I’m uncomfortable with isn’t my own body, it’s how other people react to my body. So it was pleasing to shift the center, from what others might be thinking about my body, to my own experience of my body. And I remembered that image of my fat cells being filled with love. I imagined that in the nuclei of my fat cells, the mitochondria operate as powerhouses of love.
Where do you find your power?
Angry Gray Rainbows 