The Harshness of Stillness
And the healing relief of storytelling through dance and words
I used to think that I was being gentle with myself when I tried to be as still as possible, both in my mind and body. I was physically exhausted and energetically overwhelmed as an Empath new mom. The moment I opened my eyes each morning, I’d wish that I’d fast-forward to my kids’ nap times, and their bedtimes. I tried to move as little as possible to conserve my energies. I didn’t have the capacity to think about anything else other than to keep trudging forward with each essential task in looking after my kids.
But I was wrong. It’s much gentler for me to lubricate my joints and warm up my muscles. It feels much more joyful for me to share my thoughts more freely with kindred souls.
Being in stillness feels overrated. I appreciative the aliveness through telling stories with my dance and words instead.
What’s your next adventure? 🌌🐰
- 🔁 hop down this rabbit hole: How I Reconnect to My Mind, Body, and Spirit Through Dancing in Nature
- 🔊 a voice to amplify: My Struggle With Intimacy Began At Birth by John Walter 📣
Thank you, Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她), for adding me as a writer for TBIN! So glad to finally apply to be part of this fun and quirky publication!






