While walking today I was
enjoying the swing of the fabric
against me as I moved.
Hips swaying and dress bouncing along with them,
exposing slightly more of my thighs
than if I were stationary.
Each movement called me into my body
and into my wholeness
in a way unique to those moments.
Not only in the way that every moment is unique.
There was something deliciously erotic about this.
A re-collecting and discovery at once.
I gained more of my Self through this.
This is embodiment.
Every moment, every movement can be a breakthrough.