I have a tradition of dancing in public places.  It’s a healing ritual.  I dance for my own expressivity, and also to call others into the Brave Space of their bodies where we simply can’t hide.  I practice smiling at people when I catch their eyes, and I also practice staying whole within my own self.  Airports are one of my favorite places to dance because they’re already so surreal.  Gateways to everywhere, airports blur reality.  They are also sources of time—I spend longer simply waiting in airports than most other places I visit.  

What are your healing rituals?

Here’s a minute of me dancing at the Phoenix airport Friday night, with a bit of narration.