|Photography by Nia Technique|
“No one will die, Julie,” I repeated to myself on my way to Nia dance class this morning.
Knots tightened in my stomach as I drove down the same roads in reverse from the fateful morning I’d received the call from my step-mom, Kathy. I hadn’t been back to Nia since.
“It’s just dance class. It was just a coincidence.” Yet this didn’t stop tears from streaming uncontrollably down my face most of the drive.
I wasn’t sure I was “ready,” but my Nia community welcomed me back with open arms.
“Great to see you…” No one said it directly, but they knew and I knew they knew.
I was frightened and robotic walking into the classroom. No smiles. I put my purse down in the corner. My hands shook slightly turning my phone to silent. “No. One. Will. Die.”
A dark cloud had overshadowed my love of Nia this past month.
Yet the music and moves quickly transported me to another world. Nia is nothing like the rest of my life. It’s dramatic and luscious; creative and free.
“We’re juggling clouds,” our instructor Suzannah described at one point, pulsing her hands in front of her.
I giggled and followed along, raising my palms up in the air to begin juggling. A big smile crept across my face. I needed this piece of my puzzle. I know my Dad would have loved to see me so happy.
Grieving is not a symmetrical process that can fit neatly into calendar squares of days, weeks or months. I accept that deep dark sadness and uncontrollable crying are still a part of my experience. Thank you to Nia for helping me rediscover pockets of sunshine.
Perhaps stormy weather is inevitable. We’ll just have to learn to juggle clouds.
|The lovely and joyful Suzannah of www.SuzWorks.org|
Want a taste of Nia? Two local Nia superstar instructors are donating their time to join us at the SLEEP WALK on March 10th, 2012! Suzannnah (SuzWorks.org) and Sue D. will lead a Nia-inspired warm up before our walk!