Move and Be Moved

I am offering a stone carving workshop July this summer. We will meet in my studio for four Saturdays, 10:00 am - 3:00 pm and engage in the transformational process of turning stone into soul. The fee is $350.00 plus the cost of the stone. Everything but lunch is provided. If you are interested in participating or learning more, please contact me at revdocsil@gmail.com.

I've been sick with a nasty cold for over a week. I missed last Monday night's 5Rhythyms session because of it. I was registered to attend Sara's "Motion, Rhythm, and Life" workshop today, but after spending the morning helping some friends and doing very light physical work I realized that my energy tank was empty. These colds tend to linger far beyond what one expects. It was apparent that I could not and should not try to spend the next six hours dancing, so I canceled.

For the last few weeks my dance experience has been less than joyful. Mostly due to a niggling knee problem with its persistent, relatively minor yet nagging pain, I have been unable to let myself go into the dance and enjoy the simple freedom of movement of my body. When I got home today after having called someone to tell them that I would not be at the dance workshop I found myself to be deeply disappointed. It wasn't so much missing the opportunity to dance as to not be with the people. I had been so looking forward to seeing my regular dancing friends and perhaps other friends from out of town, that to miss that experience was very painful. It made me realize what a precious resource my dance community is. The dance itself is the common bond, but the community provides love and acceptance that I rarely find anywhere else.

In a sense, then, I am grateful for this miserable little virus that grips my body because it has shown me through deprivation how meaningful my dance community is to me and how deeply connected I feel to the people in it. As I've said before in these pages, there's a lot of love in that room and today I missed it more than ever.

When I tell people that the 5Rhythms practice has changed my life I'm finding that more of them want to know how.

The dance has allowed me to crack through the encrusted layers of fear, denial, and neglect of who I am to liberate the voices, the music, the poetry, the courage, the fearlessness, the willingness to stand in the storm, face full into the wind and not be afraid, but rather to drink it in, to say this is life, this is my life, and I will hide it no more; I will never again let it go.

Each morning my daily ritual repeats itself. The alarm goes off at six sharp and I emerge from my cozy nest under the down comforter. When we moved into this house, we bought a “Real” bed. Until this last move we never slept in manufactured bed. In the many houses we have had, I always build a platform out of pine wood and threw a King Size madras on top. This new bed is taller than anything we have ever slept on, and in the morning I find myself sliding DOWN, rather than getting OUT of the bed. I find my slippers on the floor and with the ease of a fossilized Dinosaur make my way to the bathroom. This first walk in the morning is definitely not the FLOW; it’s not even LYRICAL, but quite: STACATO. I have found that it takes at least two cups of coffee for me to loosen up those hip joints. Right now, that coffee is consumed in our living room because we are under construction and the kitchen is hidden under layers of plastic sheets. Dry wall dust covers everything and makes the surface of my coffee look like it got an extra sprinkle of Coffee Mate – Aghrrr! We live in CHAOS and struggle to keep up with it. Without the Waves classes, I think my partner and I would kill each other, the contractor, and the news paper delivery person who always miss our drive way and I end up having to climb the Japanese maple tree to retrieve my Seattle Times. But we have our dance, and it does keep us sane and connected. Thanks again Amara and Sara and good luck in Hawaii.

Sometimes we float
Like birds blown away in a windstorm
Upside down
The floor seems to disappear

Suspended in space
I dance
With you
And you dance me

When the music slows
Completely out of breath
I embrace you

But I am no longer me
And you are no longer you
We have given up existing
In ourselves

Free for a fletching moment.

Sejd

My dear friend Marianne Hoepli sent me this wonderful poem.
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For we women...

We have come to be danced
Not the pretty dance
Not the pretty pretty, pick me, pick me dance
But the claw our way back into the belly
Of the sacred, sensual animal dance
The unhinged, unplugged, cat is out of it's box dance
The holding the precious moment in the palms
Of our hands and feet dance.

We have come to be danced
Not the jiffy booby, shake your booty for him, dance
But the wring the sadness from our skin dance.
The slap the apology from our posture dance.

We have come to be danced
Not the monkey see, monkey do dance
One two dance like you
One two three, dance like me dance
But the grave robber, tomb stalker
Tearing scabs and scars open dance
The rub the rhythm raw against our soul dance.

We have come to be danced
Not the nice, invisible, self-conscious shuffle
But the matted hair flying, voodoo mama
Shaman shakin' ancient bones dance
The strip us from our casings, return our wings
Sharpen our claws and tongues dance
The shed dead cells and slip into
The luminous skin of love dance.

We have come to be danced
Not the hold our breath and wallow in the shallow end of the floor dance
The shout hallelujah from the top of our thighs dance
The mother may I?
Yes you may take 10 giant leaps dance
The olly olly oxen free free free dance
The everyone can come to our heaven dance.

We have come to be danced
Where the kingdom's collide
In the cathedral of flesh
To burn back into the light
To unravel, to play, to fly, to pray
To root in skin sanctuary
We have come to be danced
We have come

--Jewel Mathieson

I cannot say that I am any expert on Rumi. I do consider him one of my favorite friends though. Over the past fifteen years I have spent many hours either trying to understand his mystical poems or been involved in expressing them in dance. Some years, when we lived in Utah, I gathered a group around me and choreographed dance movements to the Persian lyrics of the Mathnavi. I met a dear friend who was a prophessor in Sufism at the U of U and toghether we worked out translations of Rumi poems into my native Danish. Now that I have started dancing at Waves studio in Olympia I find myself back with Rumi again. Maybe stronger than ever. "So this was what he was talking about!" The completel emertion in chaos, in extacy and YES, Intoxication of love. Looks like Rumi and I will be at it again for a long time.
Peace
Sejd

Shawn Swanson, 5Rhythm teacher from California visited the Olympia Tribe this week, masterfully spinning his tunes and rocking our worlds at this morning's Inner Wave and Sweat Your Prayers.

His SYP invitation was to meditate upon returning, which he delivered with a gentle, nurturing voice. Wave upon wave he guided us through the mysteries of returning, returning, returning with a great selection of music inspiring release, freedom, deep joy and connection.

I am reminded through this dance of Robert Henri's words, "There are moments in our lives, there are moments in a day, when we seem to see beyond the usual. Such are the moments of our greatest happiness. Such are the moments of our greatest wisdom."

Julie's beautiful insight of our "response to perception" reminded me of the following: A few months ago I was struggling with two different directions to go, fearing that I'd have to give up one dream to follow the other. A friend then told me, "Dreams don't have to compete." What a gift.

For the last couple of weeks I have been encountering this phrase over and over again, unexpectedly, and I've wondered why. At the same time I've been stressing about many things I want to accomplish and wondering how in the world I'm going to do it all. I awoke yesterday realizing that again I had two dreams and one seemed to be getting in the way of the other. Was it time to give one of them up? I thought about it all day--what should I do? That evening I found myself suddenly staring at this same wonderful phrase where I had posted it on the wall. Ah, that's why I needed to be reminded of this. Now is the time to apply it.

As I relaxed about my situation I began to realize other things as well. I always have the availability of divine inspiration to give me ideas about how to proceed. Information, inspiration, is in constant flow around me. There are no times when Spirit is not working or giving me direction. But when I begin to think that nothing's going on, that once again I have a problem that seems to have no solution, I'm not seeing truly. The truth is that I am one with Spirit and my mind is connected to God's. So how can there ever be a time when nothing is happening? There can't. I am always being guided by the thoughts of God because God is always thinking. I always know what to do, I just don't always know that I know because I'm not paying attention.

Jack Kornfield says that when we see the endless mental stories of fear and judgment that repeat over and over, we can, through mindfulness, "let them go and relax, steady the mind, and return to the present." When I steady my mind, return to center, and change my perception, I know what to do.

Andrea Juhan, Phd will visit Olympia's WAVES studio this week to share her 5Rhythm workshop Ferocious Heart. Andrea has taught the 5Rhythm Movement Meditation practice for many years. This is her first teaching visit to Olympia.

She rocks. She plays great music. She fearlessly leads us into wild terrain, and gives her full heart.

Her workshop information can be found on the Moving Center California or Olympia WAVES studio websites. Contact WAVES studio for more information.

Olympia's 5Rhythms WAVES studio moved last week to Fusion Studio, which is next door.

Some class times have changed. See WAVES studio website: www.waves-studio.com for an updated schedule.

When I dance from the inside out, I don't know what's coming next, but I trust that it's okay and good. Sometimes what comes is something that I want to stay in for a while. It's comfortable. It feels good and right. Sometimes what comes is a bridge to a greater thing.

All change creates tension, which give opportunity for fear, anger, pulling in. There is an equal opportunity for adventure, for new discovery, for trusting the unknown.

How can you trust what is not known? In the end, you just do. You take a leap, you let go. It is our fear that generates more fear. It is the openness of heart, mind, and spirit that seeks and finds new light.

We walk through doors, climb through windows, and cross over bridges. This is how we move. We trust ourselves, our feet, our hearts, and those around us who help hold the space. And we dance forever from the inside out.

I want to share a passage from a book called I Am the Door by Paul Ferrini. These words challenge me about how I live my life. I hear the dance and the lessons we learn in the dance all through them--the dance, healing, our community:

Healing Our Wounds

For many people, it is easier to let others see the pasteboard mask than the contorted face behind it. They are proud of the spiritual adult, but ashamed of the wounded child.

However, those who have the courage to face their pain pull the mask away. They give themselves permission to be authentic and to grow. Their willingness to be emotionally present with what they are feeling opens a sacred passageway. Closed hearts start to pulsate, bodies begin to breathe, and blocked energies are released. This is the first step in the healing process.

Other steps follow, for healing means movement. It doesn’t mean falling in love with pain, holding onto it, or building an identity around it. It is not a stationary train, but a moving one. Once you get on it, it takes you where you need to go.

Pain is the great equalizer. It enables you to be honest and authentic. It empowers you to ask for unconditional love and support from others and to be willing to offer the same in return. It connects you with a healing community of human beings whose shells of denial are cracking.

Sitting in meditation, mind wandering, coming back to breath--starting over again; you get to start over again; forgiveness over and over. How nice.

Overachievers try too hard, they're goal-oriented, not in the moment. In yoga, they reach for the pose. That's in the future, not now. Breathing is now, reaching this inch is now. Arriving at that point is not now, it is then. It doesn't exist.

My work mind has shifted from seeing and fearing the end to working steadily each day. Same with studying. It's not about a degree, it's about learning invaluable things. I look forward to opening this book and reading more about the mind and the psyche. I want to do it more.

What has changed? I am now more open. How? Let go of the goals, my ideas of what should be. I have to live with what is, so I might as well get comfortable with it. Does that mean I can never change anything or that it's not okay to want something else, like a better life, more money, a newer car? No, those are fine, but don't invest all your present energy in them. If you want to accomplish something, see it and believe it. At the same time, know what is. Be with today, this hour, this moment. Accept it as the only truth that exists. And keep moving, but at peace. You are neither worried that you'll fail nor distracted by the idea of what lies ahead. You are present, powerful, and peaceful.

Have you ever thought about how quietly potent the truth of "I AM" is? In our pure essence we don't have to describe ourselves with adjectives: I am good, I am bad, I am lazy, I am smart, I am stupid, I am God, I am worthless, etc. Consider the elegance of the simple bare truth that I am. I am what? Do you really need the what? I am.

When Moses met God at the burning bush he asked, "What is your name?" God answered, "I AM THAT I AM." I am. Period. I exist. When you realize that you simply exist, you know that you have the intrinsic right to do so.

Who are you when you dance? How do you describe yourself? I am a good dancer. I am a clumsy dancer. I am a sexy dancer. I am a fluid dancer. How about I am a dancer. I am my dancer. I am. That's really it. You are no one else but yourself, dancing your own private creation that comes out of who you are. Your dance is you. It is one with you. It is an outward expression of you. It says, "I am."

Who are you at work, or stressed out, or at play, or making love, or drinking coffee, or chatting with a friend, or staring eyeball to eyeball with an emboldened sea gull at Percival Landing? Who are you? You are. Period.

The I am is free, safe, at peace, joyful, wide open. No need for ornaments.

I received a vision this morning while meditating and I wanted to share it because I think its meaning extends to all of us. I saw globe sitting on a flat surface like a table. There was a gouge in the globe, nearly a quarter of it taken out. The inside was hollow. The globe’s color was gold, but it was dull. There were jewels embedded in its surface, and there were strings of jewels and pearls draped on it and covering the entire surface of the table. As I watched, the globe began to turn; the strings of pearls and jewels began moving also, converging on this wound in the globe. Then the edges of the wound began to soften like wax on a burning candle. The wound filled in and the globe became whole. Its color brightened up until it was no longer dull, but gleaming. It began to glow, radiating its beautiful golden light outward to all the world.

This was a vision of healing and it is no coincidence that the healing took place in the presence of motion. I believe that one of the gifts that the dance gives us is healing of our hearts and lives. Our movement through the 5 rhythms certainly creates freedom and healing. But there's more to it than just the movement. In my vision the jewels represented for me the innumerable loving beings that surround me. This includes family and friends and of course the community of dancers of which I am a part. As we continue to participate in this practice we touch not only our deep inner selves, but each other--physically, emotionally, and spiritually. It is inspiration, love, and healing all rolled into one. Gradually, the edges of our lives soften, the wounds begin to heal, we gleam, and the light shines again. How absolutely wonderful!

I've complained about my aching right knee long enough, now I've done something about it. Recovering from knee surgery includes spending loads of time laying on the couch with one leg on a pile of pillows. It gets old, but it also gives me time to read and think about life.

One of the things I read was a real eye-opening interview with Michael J. Fox. The reporter asked him what his secret was to staying so positive when Parkinson's Diseaase had robbed him of what his life used to be. His response was very profound. He said that while he mourned the loss of pure spontaneity in his life, " . . . what I found was that if you just kind of relax for a second and see what comes into that space, something will come into it. There are no vacuums. And when you see that happen, it's amazing. So if you are in a place in your life, whether it's Parkinson's or whatever it is, you can fret about it all you want but at a certain point, you just have to relax. And that opens all kinds of doors for you."

You just have to relax and that open all kinds of doors for you. An old truth, arrived at from a different angle. I couldn't help but see the analogy to the dance. When I program my dance, when I plan how I will move, I may feel good about it, but I will have missed the delicious gifts that are there within me, gifts of movement that my spirit, my true self, generates all on its own, without the need of ego's conscious planning or control. I give up my own need to control the outcome--which is often dictated by outside forces--relax, and something else, something better, fills the space. Someone remarked at the Monday night class this week that she was dancing her own dance and it felt so good. It was true; I could see the freedom in her motion and on her face as she danced.

This truth extends to life itself. It’s like the Buddhist idea of beginner’s mind: open to what’s next without having to know what’s next. Letting Life fill its own void, allowing Spirit to guide by being.

I made some pictures during an appreciation and gifting moment that members of the tribe conspired to unleash upon Amara and Sara to show them how much we love them and the work that they do, and the community they have inspired. Perhaps one of those who hatched the plot would like to write more of that story, and the story of how the tree blanket came to be (the Love-Tree name is just how I think of it, not an official name by the artist(s)). There are more pictures, and once I figure out a better way to do it, I will post them. (V: could we create a separate gallery for them?)

This has nothing to do directly with dancing, but everything to do with Spirit and Life. It was written by an aquaintance of mine, an abbot at a Zen center in New Mexico where I attended a training. I think there is something here for everyone. For clarification, the reference to "horno" is to a meat smoker. The second paragraph of this poem is particularly rich for me. I hope that something in this touches you:

xmas in a zen center, notes on why i live dangerously

it is unfathomable
a zen center celebrates xmas

done it for years,
because it is unfathomable.
we'd rather drop into a measureless sea
than be stranded by dry ideas

cooking a feast for all foundlings
eating, singing, remembering, then dying into the night

the taste of sadness
a season reminding us of our individual “thens�?
hard or not, near or far-gone,
some of us orphans, all of us to be soon.

the joy of friends gathered
the gratitude to be able to do this at all
in a world where so many will not or cannot

the crazy young man, smelling of wood smoke and old clothes, comes through the door
squatting on the floor, stocking cap holding down wiry hair, blue eyes not focussing
another youth with muslim beard and white cap, nameless, appears at the table
and the elders and young ones holding onto each other
through their open eyed kind glances

the afroamerican zen man sings o holy night
the white man sings on the road back home
harold littlebird's tewa buddhist words

we eat food born
from the smoke smudged snow covered horno

after singing into the darkness
make our way into the pinon charged air

we cannot forget this world,
torn about by dogs of war,
the utter briefness of our lives here
james brown gone
the raw and gravel left with us
and the treasure of friendship
on this ship of practice

I spent Christmas Eve with my extended family. It was a very difficult time. I spent much of the evening feeling like a stranger, a foreigner. It was painful and I found myself lost in those painful feelings. It wasn’t until the next evening, while I was dancing, that I figured out what had happened: I lost my center. In fact I lost it so badly that I didn’t even know that that’s what had happened. Somehow being around my family knocked me out of my center so that I could no longer feel connected to who I was. I could only define myself according to my old tribal laws. As a result I was not only disconnected from myself, but also from all the others in the room. All I could think about were the old issues, the pain, the rejection, the feelings of unworthiness, the self-doubt. All of it running over me, smothering me, drowning me in a tidal wave of self-pity, regret, and shame. Then, at the dance, I not only realized what had happened, but I actually found my center again. I gave myself to the music, the beat, and the rhythm. I connected with myself and I danced the anger and the sadness. I was no longer me-as-compared-to-someone-else, I was just me. And as I reestablished my connection to self I found that I was open to others. Almost automatically and without effort I connected with another person. And we danced a beautiful, tender dance of giving and receiving, back and forth, quiet, peaceful, loving, accepting.

Though I know,
The knowing is deep

I Still ride an edge, the ego edge
The edge of hanging onto
What I WANT

And then remembering
Remembering
Remembering
Letting go into it's unfolding

Hanging On,
Letting Go,
Hanging On,
Letting Go
Hanging On,
Letting Go,

Receiving Within.

Friends,

My friend and 5Rhythm certified teacher, Joanne Winstanley from Victoria Canada is having a fundraising dance this upcoming Saturday in Victoria, Canada. The event is called a Chance to Dance. In short, I'm going, and am asking you to either
1) Go and participate, or

2) Help me help Joanne by contributing to this cause.
But first, let me tell you more about what she is doing.

She is raising funds for another 5Rhythm Certified Teacher, Lucie Nerot who has been working with Cambodia youth, teaching them the 5Rhythms to help them become empowered. Lucie spent a month with Cambodia youth last year and is returning in January to work with them again.

Lucie pours her heart and compassion in this work through her France based non-profit called Dancing Across Borders. I invite you to read more about her, the Cambodia Project and Dancing Across Borders at: Dancing Across Borders Read more about Joanne's work to support Lucie here: Victoria Dances Across Borders and here: Chance to Dance

So, I've decided to heed Joanne's call and trek to Victoria this weekend. So my challenge to you:
1) Either go to Victoria, shake it, eat and support a good cause, or
2) Help me reach my personal goal of raising $1000.
Can you help? If 40 friends contribute $25.00 I can reach this goal. I will personally deliver your contribution to the event, and track all contributions on my website: Move And Be Moved I will also post photos of the event on the website next week.

You might be wondering why I'm wanting to help out with this cause. Well, it seems quite aligned with the many things I'm passionate about:

1)The 5Rhythms
2)Making A Difference
3)Youth
4) Community

If you are a part of the Olympia Tribe, I will be in class on both Monday and Thursday if you wish to make a donation.

Please help make this a bigger international event!

I read this quote today from Carl Jung: “People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own souls" (Dreams, p. 174). He was referring external practices, whether religious, metaphysical, or purely physical, which people engage as ways of healing and/or spiritual growth. But apart from possible physical benefits, unless one is willing to face what’s deep in their own soul, such exercises amount to merely going through the motions with no appreciative improvement in psychic health. It’s possible to use the dance that way, too, but that would be a tragic waste of a valuable tool. If I understand it correctly the movement of the body through the 5 rhythms creates a channel through which we may touch our very souls. What’s there in the depths for each of us that we're reluctant to face? Parts of us that have been rejected and made secret by trauma, perhaps, parts that wish to be reclaimed, brought into the light, not to harm us, but to free legitimate sections of our being that have been banished to the darkness out of fear? These pieces of our lives long to be brought into the glorious light of consciousness and expressed.

It’s not about the pain itself, it’s about who we are, damn it!

Don't get me wrong--the dance does not take the place of therapy. Dealing with past trauma often needs the guidance of a trained counselor and I’m not suggesting that people abandon therapy in favor of dancing the 5Rhythms. But Jung’s statement got me thinking about what things are there that I’m just unwilling to face, things that I might touch through the dance if I allow it. Dreams, desires, my own unique ways of expressing myself that have been shunned and put away because someone else found them unacceptable? Whatever pieces there are of myself that have become hidden, for whatever reasons, they are me and I want them back.

There is order in life. There is order in my life and that order exists at the center of my being. When I am centered I experience that sense of order. The problem is that 99% of the time I allow myself to be pulled off-center by outer circumstances. It doesn't matter what it is--worry about my body, a paper due this weekend, a jaw-clenching phone call from a relative, a problem at work, or even something so innocent as wondering what the person dancing next to me is thinking--any one of them can pull me into a state of concern or worry and I forget about my center. Suddenly these peripheral issues become all important and I have once again wandered into uncertainty, doubt, and stress.

When I live from my center, life works. I have access to wisdom, guidance, and creative ideas. And I have confidence that the decisions I make from that place are right ones; my course is clear.

In the dance I have the perfect opportunity to practice finding my center and to feel what it is like to operate from that place. I also have the perfect opportunity to experience falling off-center. If I dance from my mind I am concerned about how I look, about doing it "right," about what other people think, about whether or not I'm going to hurt myself. There are endless ways that I can be distracted. My movements are tentative, programmed, limited. But when I dance from my center I am free, at ease, and filled with the sheer joy of movement that is unjudged and totally mine. My body moves with ease and grace. My movements are spontaneous, bold, creative, and free. I dance with joy.

I am grateful for The 5Rhythms, which help me to be aware of all of the goodness and beauty in my life. I am amazed again and again with the magnificence of this universe and those who occupy it. I am thankful for all the gifts that the 5Rhythms bring to me. The dance truly gives and gives, and gives again.

When I dance, I have the opportunity to practice focus and awareness so that I can be brought back home and marvel about all the incredible beauty and love that surround us. The dance helps me to remember to celebrate and be still along with living the flow, shape and form that my life takes.

I get to plumb into the depths of the complexities of our humanity and learn to be flexible and open to complexity.

I get to practice realizing the joy of connectedness and the freedom of creativity. I get to rejoice in the abundance of greater conciousness. I get to get out of my self, and be witness to healing and transformation. I get to tap into the greater life force and be heaaled and filled again and again.

It allows me to celebrate this body - - this body that I am and that I inhabit. This body that holds all the parts of me that move me with and through this universe. This body that contains vast terrain of unexplored territory, that breaths in and senses the universe allowing me to tap into the greater body. This body that will continue to emerge, evolve and grow in many directions and at many levels.

I am thankful for all my spiritual teachers that have provided guidance, love and support towards this greatness. Those who have guided me from fear to love, those who have graced me with their wisdom and insight.