More than Words

In the beginning was movement.

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First, breath. 

 

The breath of G-d alive in us. Expanding and contracting, cells, tissue, lungs, chest, abdomen. The rhythm of life ebbing and flowing within, connecting us to all Life. 

 

The beating of a heart pulsating within, pulsating, imperceptibly, below our skin and all around. The drumming of life

 

No word was not first. Movement came before language. Eyes moving, legs stretching and kicking, arms raising. Movement of rivers flowing in our veins, in sweat from moving in the sun, cleansing and healing water, water nurturing life in the womb. Prenatal movement in kicks and turns, in fingers stretching. Then, emerging into life; lungs and throat and mouth opening. 

 

We moved before we could speak. We noticed in sight and touch, before we could name the things we were seeing. We felt before we could know what we were feeling. We moved to discover the world, to explore and to know. 

 

Before language, our ancestors replicated the sound of the drumming of our hearts, and allowed their bodies to move to its rhythm; ecstatic, becoming the point of encounter of the human and the divine. Before G-d existed outside of ourselves, we found her within.