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The Double Meaning behind the blog title 'Dream Follower:'
First, for 14 years I was a ballroom & social dance instructor, and have studied both leading and following. I feel that learning to follow is full of nuance and is often misunderstood. I made it one of my personal goals to become a really excellent follow on the dance floor, and will probably talk a lot about the art of following - both in and out of the context of dance.

Second, I am a huge fan of author Michael Ende, probably best known for The Neverending Story. The book is incredible, and the first film captured some of the essence. (Please don't watch the other two films...I urge you to read the book though!) Anyway, at least twice in my life I have been caught in a storm of my own indecision, and my inner Moon Princess yelled to my inner Bastian...'Why don't you do what you dream?' I tear up even now as I write this little blurb. The tension between being practical, keeping my feet on the ground and my head out of the clouds (at the risk of compromising my inner vibrancy, true self, and who knows what else)...and reaching for my true dreams (at the risk of losing everything) is still a very real struggle. In fact, one of those struggles lead to my 14 years of teaching dance, so we can see which voice won the battle that fateful day when I was staring at the want-ad...

And so I strive to be two kinds of Dream Followers in my life. One has to do with connecting with others, and the other has to do with connecting with my inner Moon Princess and the world of possibility that opens when I do...

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Melting Together

Her head rested on his chest, snuggled next to him on a comfy couch. A movie played, but it was only an excuse for closeness. Her breathing began to match his, and their bellies rose and fell at the same pace.She had discovered this ability years ago, and felt its impact many times. On airplanes with total strangers, with lovers, with friends. She could merge with others, barriers would crumple, and she knew matching breath was crucial. Even if his breath halts at the top, she will halt with him. As his breath quickens, so does hers, almost imperceptibly immediate, her breath following his, her head on his chest rising and falling with his breath as well.  Where her face meets his chest, the warmth begins to build. It is almost as though there is no shirt between them, only heat. In her mind, she can almost lose track of where her face ends and his chest begins. They could be melting together on a cellular level, merging, becoming one...

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