I've never had an invisible friend. At least not that I can remember. But I do have an invisible hoop. Tonight she and I danced intimately in room crowded full of hot sweaty people. I don't know if anyone noticed that I wasn't dancing alone. If they even noticed my arms moving through the air in such a way to suggest that I may be engaged on a higher level. Or if they noticed my hips and feet moving, turning in circles, melding and bending and forming my flow.
It's not that I'm ashamed or embarrassed of my hoop. Not in the least. But sometimes it's best if I hide my hoop from others, keep her my little secret, and make our relationship sacred. When she is invisible to the naked eye people can walk right through her and she never falls to the ground. We perform seamless, perfect dances together, riding the music and cresting as the energy flows in an endless current between us.
I know I'm not alone. We are not alone. There are legions of us out there with invisible hoops, gracing packed dance halls moving to the beat of our own inner rhythm.
Love this post!! She is always with us :)
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