5/22/2023 0 Comments Barriers to Love by Marina Peralta![]() Guess who contacted me? she asks and not waiting for a reply, Karla, my half-sister. I sink into a chair and grab the receiver. My daughter, Gabriela, usually calls in the evening. I should go inside, take off my sweaty clothes, and shower. The sweet-sour smell of physical exertion is on me. Another said, I can’t believe a woman your age can move like that. A girl asked if I was a professional dancer. ![]() Her Marina! brought me back to the reality of the studio and the other, younger students staring at me with something like awe. I didn’t stop until the teacher’s voice broke into my trance. Dancing is my way of praying, or a ritual cleansing after giving six hours of family therapy and listening to the problems of others. Entered another dimension and touched the infinite. For an hour I had kept the tempo-moving, twisting, swaying, bending, grinding, and kicking. My body vibrates, and the rhythm of funky jazz beats in my ear. ![]() I’m still high from the exhilaration of the dance. ![]() I turn off the lights, but I don’t get out. MAMI Barrier One Consequences of Past Actions San Diego, California July 2011 ![]()
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