So many times I felt "trapped" in my own states od despair, anxiety,anger, jealousy, confusion, in state of "not knowing", not being capable of "seeing the sunny side of whatever was going on", not knowing how to get out of the struggling "drama" and prepare the lunch for the child that is coming back from the school. I asked for a help. I asked my friends, my therapist, my teachers. Me and my breath, we went for a long walks among the trees and in the company of the ocean...And where ever I went to do the healing, I carried my body and its dance. Movement was and is my life media, the everyday one, the direct one, the unburdening one, the one that is facing me up, the disclosing one, the exposing one, the healing one. In my own living room, I was the immolator of my whole spectrum of conditions, states, feelings...I knocked on the door of all of my body parts greasing them with the magical effect of the breath wherever it creaked, cried or was just happy. This class is about that. An invitation to a "physical awakening" of the possibility that we ,silly humans, have...and that is to move...to become a Mover.