Written April 12, 2013 When I was a kid, dancing my soul came easily. There was no separation, no self consciousness, nothing more pressing to do. Each one of us had this freedom, this lack of inhibition at some magical time in our early lives; nothing getting in the way of going with our rhythm. Somewhere along the timeline of growing up most of us lose that free-flowing propensity to move with our own rhythm. Sometimes we can pinpoint the…
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“saunters an elderly lady in a bright yellow bonnet not even the screaming child next to her can shake her from the stillness of her dream. detached from my body, yet more deeply rooted…
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“Lyrical is an airborne rhythm, When our psyches take flight in the airy dance of lyrical, our imaginations are liberated. Lyrical imagination is grounded in intuition which has been honed in chaos. Therefore we…
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“The rhythms of flowing and staccato collide and create the rhythm of chaos. In fact, chaos probably describes most meetings of the feminine and the masculine, whether within our psyches or at the Pravda…
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“On Fire! illuminating the journey awakens these energies within us fueling the dance. almost died pleading jumping out of my skin repetitve contraction dancing with your bones creating all kinds of angles in motion…
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“I remembered I needed a hit of that mom energy. funky dance kind flowing vibe divine mother nothing is fixed survival surrender to your soul other dimensions deep, ancient, terrifyingly familiar desire” Created…
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“Flowing I needed the comfort of a mother. hit a traffic jam the end of one flow is the be- ginning of another. dramatic awakening of my inner mother, learn to love myself when…