There are things the body knows long before the mind is ready to understand.

There are stories stored in our muscles. Emotions held in the curve of a shoulder, the tightness in a jaw, the stillness of a spine.

And there are truths that can only be spoken through movement.

As a therapist and a woman who has always been drawn to the language of the body, I know this to be true:

Movement is medicine. Dance is a doorway.

And embodiment is not just a practice, it’s a way back home.

When we move with presence and intention, something shifts.

We begin to express what we were never taught how to say.

Grief, anger, longing, joy…

Emotions too complex or painful to articulate often find their release through the body.

A trembling hand. A stomp of the foot. A wave of the arms that speaks of sorrow or surrender.

This is nonverbal expression. It is powerful. It is healing.

Movement also supports our nervous system.

In trauma, the body contracts and prepares for threat, staying frozen,or on high alert.

But through conscious movement, we teach the body that it is safe to soften.

We release what has been stuck. We regulate. We return.

Because trauma doesn’t live in memory alone.

It lives in the body.

And healing doesn’t happen only through understanding.

It happens through embodiment. Through allowing ourselves to feel what we once had to suppress.

Each step, sway, or breath-led motion brings us deeper into the now.

Into presence. Into sensation. Into the truth of this moment, rather than the story of the past.

And maybe most beautifully, movement restores our agency.

We reclaim our body not as a battleground, but as sacred ground.

We choose how we move. We choose how we express.

We learn we are no longer powerless. We belong to ourselves.

This is why I move.

Why I dance.

Why I return to the body again and again.

Because healing isn’t just about what you think.

It’s about how you feel.

And the body, when given permission, remembers how to lead you home.

May your body become your sanctuary.

May your movements speak the truths your lips once silenced.

May you remember that healing doesn’t always come in words,

sometimes it comes in rhythm, in breath,

in the sacred sway of your own becoming.

Let the music guide you.

Let your feet remember the ground.

Let your heart move freely,

and call it healing.

See you on the dance floor, my dear friends!🔥

With love,🤍

Aniela

www.MindfulTherapist.us

#healingjourney. #traumahealing #traversecitydance