(((nataluna)))

Sometimes stimming is a refuelling, like a hummingbird finding nectar after a journey over an ocean, movement reaching out through your body and nourishing it, quenching a thirst.

Sometimes stimming is a focusing, a balancing between two chasms, and sometimes a grounding, a compass returning you to your body, pointing you to your path.

Sometimes stimming is a fizz of joy, emotion spilling out as a flap, a spin, a jump, the body’s way of laughing, the body’s voice.

Sometimes stimming is a sanctuary, a rest from the pinpricking world, an oasis of peace in a sandstorm.

Sometimes stimming is a song with two voices, mind and body joined by a golden thread, a warm sea of sensation.