Flowing in the Midnight Fire

The floor is warm and smooth under my feet. Closing my eyes, I stretch my toes wide and begin to rock my weight back and forth between toe and heel. Finally comfortably rooted and centered, I begin to move my awareness up my body: legs rising long, low back lengthening down, shoulders line up with hips and ears, crown of the head rising. Breathing into my stillness, I feel my ribs expand and release over and over, the rhythm centering me. Gradually the time for stillness draws to a close. My breath whispers to my bones, my muscles, my soul: move. And I do.