RISE WITH HER…
Dancing Through Trauma
Our body is the source of great wisdom, a site of all we have experienced in this lifetime and others. Our cells tell stories, they hold memories, and they leave traces of those storylines on our physical body. That pain that never leaves your right shoulder, the only outward sign of a life of too much stress, or perhaps too much time spent in the masculine polarity, or perhaps some fatal blow you suffered several lifetimes ago ? Who knows? The body is ever intelligent and mysterious.
THE JUNGLE BODY ~ ENVIRONMENTAL EMPATHY
Summer is here, it’s a “scorcher” as people would say here in Australia. The usually balmy nights of the season of abundance have been swept away by smoke and ash. I crave those mild nights, walking by the sea with a singlet on at 6pm. Hearing the lorikeets frolicking loudly in the sea misted trees, and sensing with delight the approaching tropical storms. I miss those nights laying in bed with just a sarong, waiting for the cool reprieve of the summer night thunder. A gentle pattern of rain would start, and then happily drench the garden, the sky would light up in delight as it saturated our warm land. My garden would erupt lusciously blooming, giving birth to more buds than you could imagine. Shades of green that tricked my eyes with their vibrancy surrounded my house. I would dance on those hot summer days, more than any time of the year. Ideas would race to my body as I relaxed beneath a shady tree.
The grief of our Mother
I see the orange flames,
Of our mother tongue,
As she yells her long held rage across our land.
I do not fear her, I do not see her as a monster,
Of fire and smoke.
I feel her pain as if it were my own,
My grief burns in my lungs,
A heaviness, a sharpness of breathing,
As we wait and see what tomorrow will bring.
KIZOMBA ~ DANCING WITH DESIRE
Dancing Shame
Go Back To Class
Scrolling, scrolling, scrolling...I have just found myself sucked into the facebook vortex taking a short break from my work, only to find that the vortex pulled me into an oh so familiar stream of comments about people who deciding they no longer want to take dance class because the level is not challenging enough for them.
I understand. Perhaps you have already done your beginners courses, and your intermediate courses and now you are searching for something else to sink your teeth into, only to find nothing to chew on ?
The ONE Student ...
What Is hiding beneath your dance addiction?
Everynight in the heart of Sydney you will find 100’s of the most unlikely people finishing up their day and getting ready for their ‘second life.’ They race from work, sit in peak hour traffic, and rush into their latin dance class still dressed as a corporate. Within the first half an hour of class their daytime persona has all but sweated off. Their hips swing wildly to the beats of salsa, bachata, kizomba and tango. Their smiles reach their ears, and the stresses of the day perspire away as the night goes on. 9.30pm hits, and they make their way back out into the city streets. Within the next half an hour many will return to their homes and families, wind down and go to bed, ready to do it all again tomorrow. Many however, will not.
Kizomba ~ THE MOOD DANCE
Have you ever begun a dance with a total stranger, or maybe someone you know back to front and inside out, and just felt an overwhelming ‘safe’ feeling come through your body ? Have you ever started a dance with someone, and just felt awkward and clunky, sort of like you are both hearing different songs?