Reality has exceeded all my expectations. I had imagined a class on expressive movement somewhat differently. Such events were foreign to me; in my youth, my companions were wrestling, boxing, and weightlifting. It's amusing how, after experiences like those, I found myself in a plasticity class. No need to grapple with anyone, twist joints when you can engage in free movement without causing harm to an opponent. It brings people closer, allows them to be more flexible, smoother, and united in a single movement. The closed-off, constrained, and divided mindset and body that often dominated our daily lives vanished without a trace.
Our bodies seemed to anticipate this moment of releasing pent-up energy, longing for free movement, expression, and grace. Movements emerged from the depths of our unconscious and manifested in the external world, taking on shape, rhythm, and tempo. Sound vibrations filled the space, resonated, and bounced off the walls. When interacting with the entire group, a sense of unity arose. The impulse initiated by one person passed through the others. As the tempo increased, the collective consciousness in action danced as one.
From the outside, it may have looked like complete madness, but when I let go of those thoughts, I continued the process. Upon completion, we were entirely different, more open, sincere, and liberated.