Press enter or click to view image in full size Photo by Mulyadi on Unsplash There is something that moves with you that cannot be taught. It does not arrive from outside. It does not begin when you notice it. It has always been there. It feels like music. Not the kind you hear with your ears, but the kind you recognize without sound. It moves in the way you walk. In the rhythm of your steps. In the pauses you don’t plan. In the way your body chooses direction before your mind understands it. It is in the color you are drawn to without reason. In the way a certain fabric feels like it belongs to you. In the scent that settles on your skin and becomes part of your presence. It lives in your voice. Not the words you say, but the tone that carries them. There is something in it that is unmistakably yours. Even when you are silent… it is still speaking. It does not ask for attention. But when you notice it… everything begins to align around it. It is not trying to become. It already is.…