Interpretative Dance

I started with a new therapist this week.

"I want to do an interpretative dance about my childhood," I said.

"OK," she said.

I stood up tall and then threw my hands above my head to stop the beating.

I got hit a lot as a kid. I was frail and other kids would pick on me. They didn’t appreciate some of the things I said.

"Now I want to do an interpretative dance about my adulthood," I said.

"OK," she said.

I threw my hands above my head to stop the beating.

"I’m driven to antagonize people," I explained. "I make them want to hurt me."

I went to yoga that night. I have a sympathetic soul there. I gave her my interpretative dance of my childhood.

She burst out laughing and then wiped her eyes.

It’s such a powerful feeling when you look into someone and see that she gets you. She understands. And she likes you anyway.

PS. After seeing me dance, a lot of people say I am the Jai Kalsa of the male gender:

About Luke Ford

I've written five books (see Amazon.com). My work has been followed by the New York Times, the Los Angeles Times, and 60 Minutes. I teach Alexander Technique in Beverly Hills (Alexander90210.com).
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