making space

Paulette Fire wrote this to me, in an email exchange we had recently:

There are moments of beauty when we dance or sing or write or walk outside with our masks on and there are moments of anguish and devastation. And they coexist. One does not erase the other.

Later on in the week we were emailing again, and she wrote:

Isn't this what dog dance is about? This freedom of choice that happens when we slow down and let ourselves be guided by this inner truth; a truth that can only be accessed when stillness and movement, ugliness and beauty, boredom and excitement all coexist, one not more important, more valid than the other?

These two emails calmed something in me, and reminded me about the space I have in my body to encounter this situation with my whole self. So I thought I would share them with you.