Joel and I made a quick pit stop in San Francisco back in 1989 when moving back to the Midwest after a half-year stint in Alaska (a story for another day, another post.) At that time, we had a three-year-old Alexandra with us and did the usual touristy things like riding a trolley car, touring Alcatraz and hanging out on Fisherman’s Wharf. We vowed to return someday soon. ‘Soon’ turned into 26 years. Not quite what we had in mind,…
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…
“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…
“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…
“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…
“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…
“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…
“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…
