The Wiggle Dance

What is love...I mean how does it get inside me? I can't figure out if it is a sound, a wiggle, a movement--or a flash of something that in a second, reminds us of a feeling that all is well. I tend to be partial to sensations as being the root of everything, so I think of it as this wiggle in my throat that moves down to my pelvis and snakes around there causing all kinds of delicious feelings.

People get funny about the genitals. It's like there is something perverse about them. But what is perverse to me is the need to cover expression that is natural and free-flowing. How is the sensation you feel in the act of love, any less "spiritual" or "pure" than the feeling of ice cream smooth and creamy on your tongue. I believe that the pelvis wants to be free. It wants to move as you walk, wants to grip and relax as you rise and sit. Why is this perverse? Perversity is to freeze your movement, close your heart and your body to feeling. Then life is stilted and stiff, as well.

I felt my sacrum wiggle today while I was teaching. We worked various movements and then walked around after each to test how it shifted our bodies. To my delight, after the exercise, each time I would shift to the right or left with my "cheeks" (yes, the lower ones) I'd feel a little echo, a wiggle, in my sacrum. Instead of being glued to me in one clump, it WIGGLED. This gave me great joy. It felt like nature intended. A woman with a shake of one hip, then the other, and the tailbone following.

There is nothing like having a body and moving in it. Meeting it with joy, with curiosity, with sensuality. Sex is not the problem. Making war, not love. That is the problem. Moving is good. Moving and feeling is better. Shake it!