There is a scene from the movie Centerstage (cheesy movie/guilty pleasure) in which a dancer was entirely frustrated with the way things were going.  Her instructor told her (in a nutshell) to take it back to the barre and to work it out there.  Stop worrying about the routines and steps--but to center herself at the barre.  To find her answers at the barre.  

Sometimes it takes a lot of junk to get me back at the barre.  When everything just isn't working and I'm not big enough to fix whatever it is.  When I stop trying to make sense of things and inhale "the tempo of a God-breathed life" (Jesus Calling).  

My barre looks like this. 

And when I go back to this space, my barre, my heart is full and full of truth

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