My who?

I said, my animal. It’s what I call my body.

I think of my body as a female, as a her, and that like any woman she has her moods, like any woman, she knows what she likes and what she doesn’t like.

Whereas I was expecting a social mixer, the party turned out to be in a night club, with loud music and albeit very cool decor. I instantly knew that this was not where I needed to be.

So though I could have rationalized with myself, though I could have rationalize with her, my body, my animal,
–for example that I’d spent ten bucks on the ticket for the party, and another $13 on the cab there, or that (supposedly) my name was on the VIP access list, meaning I had access to a special backstage area or that maybe I should try to find my friends–
….but I didn’t.

I just listened.

I listened to her.
Her desire was clear.
“Go home.
Go back to your sanctuary.
Get out of this noise and over-stimulation.”
And so I did.

I tell you this story, because that same listening that took me home tonight, and saved me from suffering silently in a nightclub “trying” to have fun, is the same listening that will take you back to the home of your own body wisdom, save you from the suffering of enslaving your animal under the dictatorship of diets, and give you everything you yearn for.

Learning to notice and hear your animal is the most powerful move you can make to accelerate you towards experiencing a body so juicy you’ll make yourself purr.

That’s it from me for now.

Start noticing, and stay tuned for more on tango antics.