Quarantine diary - Day 13

In a vacant promenade, under the white fluorescent lights, with the fresh breeze, I danced like no one was watching. 

There were 3 sections cordoned off to facilitate social distancing whilst providing ample room to walk and stretch. Lady Gaga played in my ears and there I felt the urge to extend my arms and legs as far as they would allow me. I wondered how much space I could take up. So I started with what looked like warrior 3 poses then took it up a notch by shifting to dancers pose except my hands didn’t support my lower limbs. Gradually, I transitioned to taking the widest strides possible while letting my arms radiate to the side and sway.

The past months have been the most excruciatingly painful time of my life. My heart ached every single day; some days I wondered if my ulcer had returned and I would take Omeprazole but would not find any relief. Sleeping used to be my escape and solace. But my mind was busy and scattered and even when I thought I wasn’t thinking, even at the height of physical and mental exhaustion I found it difficult to sleep. When I finally did, an internal alarm went off after 3 or 4 hours and I had to face reality all over again. 

Today I was graced by the reminder that in weathering internal storms and enduring pain, there is an opportunity for rebirth. In the unknown, there is beauty.

With every motion, my heart felt lighter and my spirit more buoyant. There, in that brief moment, while dancing freely, I felt a tranquil sense of expansion. *Chrysalis*

From the corner of eye, I saw my guard was deeply immersed on his phone. And then I wondered how many diagonal pique turns it would take me from one end to another of this temporary space. 6 and a half. 

I twirled too many times that by the end, my head was spinning. I felt dizzy and needed to lie down.