An Emergence

It has been a very long time since I even looked at an exercise class. Zumba and Mat surfaced last Fall, but they simply did not hold my attention for long. The spark did not take for me at all. My stubborn streak returned me to a place of doing absolutely nothing with my body. A short walk with the dog was all I would consider for physical activity. When the overwhelming stress of work started causing health issues, the writing was on the wall. I was going to have to do something in spite of the fact that it was not the glamourous dancing that I once enjoyed.
My fingers found the account login information for my old haunts as I enrolled in a Sultry Vixen class. It would consist of a light dance routine that would not immediately put my person in a body bag. It was not easy to find something to wear, and the heels were misplaced. As I trotted to class, I thought about how surprised the instructor would be to see me. She hugged me twice.
In true Lady fashion, the routine was a simple skeleton for me to color. Once I saw my long legs in the full length mirror prancing around in heels, a great deal of satisfaction filled me. The slow music helped me sway and become the soft sensual character that takes over in such an atmosphere. The lighting was just right and so was the temperature. When it was my turn to freestyle, I saw the me that I knew so long ago. The stage was there with spotlights awaiting me. My smile broadened and there went the music. It was easy for me to paint the picture of the amorous lyrics. Applause filled the room as the music faded away. Another smile crossed my face. It was nice to see myself again.

The Retreat from Life

When the trip to the Keys presented itself, I was not terribly enthusiastic about it. I was not even sure I wanted to participate; however, I allowed myself to remain open to the idea. As the week progressed with new trials and tribulations, the trip seemed more and more appealing. Work started its usual soul chomping charade which plunged me into sleepless nights and severe bouts of frustration. By the time Valentine’s Day rolled around, my bags were packed, and I was ready to go.
As I awoke to a beautiful sunny morning, a loud persistent buzzing sound erupted from outside of my cottage. It became apparent that bees kept the guests company on the property and one had found the flowers next to my window. It was not an annoyance but a surprise. There were no alarms or cars speeding to work. A buzzing bee had been the sound that pulled me from my slumber. This was different to me.
While collecting myself, a gentle breeze rustled the leaves outside and the sunlight showed the beauty of my new surroundings. There were trees and bushes and even an outside shower. I was in a peaceful environment that comforted me. A local bakery served the most wonderful breakfast sandwich, and the largest pieces of Baklava that I have ever seen.
After praying at the river, I returned to the cottage only to discover that there were medicine cards. A table was instantly setup and cards were drawn. The deck was so interesting that a search for their purchase soon followed. While mentally checking in to the vibrations of the cottage, the presence of a friendly female spirit made herself known. She appeared with an angelic presence but was once a human. Her welcoming persona made me feel quite relaxed in the little home.
As the hours rolled by, the huge library attracted my attention with its books on Chinese medicine and shamans. The bees continued to buzz, and the gentle breeze always uplifted the trees. This little slice of relaxation has made for the perfect getaway and will serve me with pleasant memories as I return to figure out my next career move.