beach dancing
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Earlier this month, I got to spend time at one of my favorite places, Cocoa Beach. I love starting the day watching the sunrise from the porch. One year, I kept seeing this woman down at the beach. But she wasn't walking. She was ecstatically dancing down the beach. Headphones on. Arms moving, hips swaying. I immediately wanted to meet her, befriend her, and also be her. On my last morning, I finally said something: She smiled and told me she used to vacation here with her friends. They had all planned to retire here together but they each passed away. So she moved here in their memory. Every morning, she dances with them down the beach. I’ve never forgotten her. She turned her grief into a gift. Her joy became an offering. She was the living embodiment of “dance like no one is watching.” We might not all be the dance-down-the-beach type. Maybe your wildness looks more like a whisper than a dance. But I promise, Reader—your voice, your presence, your weird and wonderful way of being—it matters. Someone out there is waiting for your light. Please keep shining. In Joy, Nyssa 📢 Announcement 📢Starting 9/1, Massage prices are increasing by $5. Click below to book your next session!
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Nyssa Hanger
Life and Biz Coach. Massage Therapist. Aromatherapist. Teacher. Writer.
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