Let's take up space, you and I.

Now, I know that some of you have a hard enough time finding your stomach. Try finding your estomac, your genoux, or your...what, gasp, no!!!!...your bassin. And did you know you have talons? They do in France.

I had my first stretching class today at the university gym. The class was held in a giant room, complete with a rock climbing wall and ropes for aerial tricks. I pulled off my sweater, slipped off my sneakers, and walked in. The sensation caught me by surprise. I could feel the size of the room, the air pressing in on me.

I had forgotten what it was like to take up space.

It's been a good two and a half years since taking a class of that sort or being in an empty room of such proportions. And IT FELT GOOD. I wanted to dance. I couldn't let that empty space just sit there, you know, lazy, cocky, and far too presumptuous. You can do things when dancing that you rarely get to do when walking or sitting at a desk. You can press your palm on the ceiling of the sky. You can plunge your fist into the magma of the earth.

It's the art of taking up space.