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It's been eons since I've written anything about Tango, even though it has now become so ingrained in my life and travels.

Tango at this point to me is being used as an outlet. It's my yoga, it's my meditation. It's me traversing the world in 12 minutes, in receiving and transmitting, of letting my body become the channel through which the music flows through, of expression.

Tango to me is at this stage, everything that I want it to be. Of course there's plenty of things to work on, but there comes a point where you are balanced in yourself and your awareness of this dance that allows you to express your truest "self". It opens different facets of yourself to you and I continue to hone how I communicate. It is true that only certain people "get it", or "stick with it" and more or less these are the people that end up being people I get along with. It's a bit of a screener for me too in terms of figuring out who I actually want to be friends with, and who I want to know.

I'm happy with the state of the dance that I'm in right now.

Recently I went back to dance with someone I somewhat "started" this dance with. It was the embrace tied to the person that I had forgotten for quite awhile, not to say that he's ever left my thoughts but I've definitely created some boundaries in my own self around this person.

I was pleasantly surprised. I've embraced plenty of people in this world and moved plenty of steps. It was weird, because, fundamentally I have not found such a neutrality in balance, both with me as the lead and follow around the simple walk. The meeting of equals was profoundly different for me. I've had embraces where I can feel dissonance, or embrace and strong envelopment. Always a bit more or a bit less. But this. This one felt like a"together", meeting with equal balance and pressure with no extra pushing or pulling. Not too much and not too little.

I haven't had an embrace like this ever. Maybe it reflects us as the state of the relationship, meeting at boundaries and crossroads, and realising that this is your equal.

On other notes, getting complimented on my dancing by a Japanese Tanguera after the milonga today. Sometimes you do just want to show off..just a little =P.

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