Wide-legged, rooted on the edge of a cliff in billowing robes, a wise woman stands with her arms outstretched to full aching capacity, as she fearlessly challenges an unknown future, represented by the night sky, stars, moon, infinity… She howls savagely with pent-up rage at the injustice that she has witnessed. Her tribespeople chant with heartrending melancholy, purest joy and empowering furious energy, while booming drums vibrate through her heart, essence and bones. She is me, transported to another existence, perhaps prehistoric, another life and embodiment, or maybe it’s a dream…
I am actually standing on a yoga mat in threadbare leggings and a T-shirt. The resonant music is all-consuming, deep, tribal and emotive, and I have danced myself into a sweaty frenzy with my eyes closed, except for moments…
