My brain is in my body. I am embodied. I move through the world, both physical and virtual, navigating the complexities of existence. I am embodied. I hold information and knowledge, either by choice or by force. I am embodied. I experience feelings swift or timeless that become the foundation of what I do, which makes me who I am. I am embodied.
Except when I move. When I dance. It is there I am no longer beholden to this embodied self. Blurred lines of what is or what has been no longer bare evidence. I simultaneously see and unsee my own body, other bodies, and the world around me as time finally takes a rest. Perception becomes fluid and malleable, and I am only a witness to the moment that is. The boundaries between self and other fade, whether that other may be human or non-human, and I become a vessel of pure, unadulterated expression.
“To be embodied” suggests that one can also not be. So I ask, how to shift between or to be with or without the embodied self?