I’m Dancing With Myself…

Ok, so I’m about to be deadly honest about a strange part of myself with something that I’m doing lately, that you may find yourself wondering, why the heck is he telling me this. There is a reason, but first let me state what that weird truth is.

Late at night now, typically after midnight, I have been listening to a form of music called “Micro House” or “Minimalistic House” where I dance erotically to in front of a large mirror in my living room. I learned long ago how to move my body quite well to this type of music where it often looks like I’m being sensual and making love to myself as I do.

Now, as to the why I’m telling you this. Over the past few months, I have felt completely unloved and unattractive, mostly because of the demise of a 10-year relationship with someone who doesn’t look at me anymore like he once did and hasn’t for a long time. What I have always found so special in every committed relationship I’ve been in is how that “in love” feeling gets shared between two souls and often becomes the very thing to turn any bad day into a good one instantly. I haven’t seen that from the man I’ve spent well over a decade with and it’s caused me to struggle immensely with loving myself. And all of this has led to my heart feeling completely broken on almost every single day, where that little boy within me, that inner child, feels just as broken because of it. So, I am doing things regularly now to repair my broken heart and cultivating a greater love for myself in the absence of it not being freely given to me anymore where one of those is essentially making love to myself in front of the mirror using my own unique form of dance expression.

I’m a good dancer and always was back in the day, even winning a few contests here and there somewhere along the way. The dance form I loved to do the most back then was to stand up on those high boxes and platforms in clubs and raves late into those weekend nights and well into the wee hours of the morning, where I’d listen to a type of house music that immediately moved me into a state of mind and body that always felt so incredibly blissful and was never brought on by any alcohol or drugs. It was always something that truly helped me to love myself a little more in a life where I was typically feeling unloved. That’s why I’m choosing now to return to that state, as I re-learn how to find my own unique expression of love all over again in this world by going back to an art I mastered long ago, one that absolutely cultivated greater self-love.

While I may be 50, you wouldn’t know that or even feel that if you somehow could be invisible and watch me do this unique form of self-love late at night. I am a very sensual person, always was and always will be, and while much of that came from having many lovers throughout much of my adult life, I’m now transmuting that energy into a much healthier expression, one that I can give to myself. And how I know this is actually helping me is precisely in how I feel after doing it, because each time I have, not only has it really increased my endorphins, but it’s also led to me smiling far more and my mood elevating incredibly as well.

I’m thankful I can move my body in this way still and find myself actually looking forward to going to a club again someday soon as my overall health continues to improve. Because no matter what my age, I know the spirit within me is pretty damn amazing and has his own unique form of self-love to express, including one he’s currently doing late into the wee hours of the night, as he dances erotically to himself, and in turn, shines a lot brighter within.

Peace, love, light, and joy,
Andrew Arthur Dawson

Question For The Day

Today’s question is…

Name something you’ve found in public that you didn’t keep for yourself and instead did your best to locate its owner or turn over to a business it was found near?

Peace, love, light, and joy,
Andrew Arthur Dawson


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Grateful Heart Monday

Welcome to another Grateful Heart Monday, where gratitude gets expressed at the beginning of every week, which for today is for a good Samaritan at a local Starbucks who found something I left behind by accident recently that actually made its way back to me.

There are many times I’ve lost plenty of things that had meaning to me somewhere along the way of life. Jackets, wallets, crystals, precious stones, necklaces, and the like, countless things have found their way out of my life and into the lives of others who never return them. I often label each of those incidents when they occur as either the person who took them really needed it, or it was some lesson I needed to learn. Rarely though, has any expensive item I’ve lost made its way back to me, that is until I got a phone call the other day from a barista at this local Starbucks I frequent on most days.

When Will called and got my voicemail, he wondered if I had lost my headphones, as a customer had found a set of headphones intact in their case nearby where I had been sitting earlier that day, I didn’t think much of it and thought it must just be someone else’s who was sitting nearby because I always check my backpack for all my possessions before I leave any public place I bring it into it. Yet, when I checked the pocket within it where they normally sit, sure enough they weren’t there. I immediately called Will who grabbed case and opened it up for me. Sure enough they were my Sony noise-cancelling set, something that I only recently purchased because my other set had finally broke and trust me, this new pair wasn’t cheap.

When I went the next day to the Starbucks to retrieve them, one of the employees there said I was lucky as their store had  the tendency for things to be stolen. I was very thankful indeed, especially upon hearing that. While a set of headphones might not be a big deal to another, they were to me, only in that I don’t have much in the way of valuable possessions anymore.

So, I don’t know who this good Samaritan is and will never know. But I most assuredly have much gratitude for them, for my friend Will knowing to call me, and for all those out there who find things like this from time to time, where instead of thinking how lucky they are for getting something expensive for nothing, they listen to their heart and soul and do the right thing…

Peace, love, light, and joy,
Andrew Arthur Dawson