The spell I'm finally casting · The Somatic Academy by Soma+IQ

The spell I'm finally casting

For over a year, I’ve been locked in a tug-of-war with the same five pounds. Gaining- Losing-Gaining. I’ve tracked, tweaked, tightened the screws. I’ve done the “right” things. And still—my body holds her line.

But in the up-regulation of somatic sessions, I become something else. Not just a dancer—that’s too tame.

I’m a floor-bound sorceress, hips conjuring storms, spine tuned to ecstatic frequencies. In the down-regulation, I stretch —fluid, precise, a creature mid-transformation.

And always, the message comes:

Dance. Dance. Dance.

I’ve ignored it. Because what if I let go of the structure that got me this far?

What if I change the routine and everything unravels?What if I blow back up?

But here’s the truth: I’m holding too tight.

And if I believe in the ancient wisdom of the body—if I trust the pulse beneath the fear—then it’s time to put my belly where my mouth is.

So I’m changing everything.

Dance becomes the ritual.

Not as punishment.

Not as calorie burn.

But as spell, in rebellion.

I’m weaving in ropeflow—martial arts meets rhythm, a dance with lineage and breath. A weapon disguised as play. A spell disguised as sweat.