Dancing with Shadows

I dance with whatever comes my way.

This sign came with a poem by Amber Horton. Dance with the shadows. Pour yourself a warm, silky cup of love, inhale and dance.

Astaran and Ayana saw a radiant light with intricate patterns moving through it, coming together in an even more intricate fractal. Grounded in her center, while being pushed and pulled. Small movements out of the center can feel like massive shifts. They are magnified by what is not you.

Whatever is thrown at you can become a dance partner. Play with it lightly until that dance is done and the next one begins.