On the dance floor my pain body has shown up like a cloak, or a sense that I am swimming in thick mud; it’s upset me for no good reason, had me hide and avoid contact. It separates me. It gives the illusion of hurting, but it’s not really pain, it is inertia. In emotional inertia, I’m not feeling.
I was dancing ‘in the womb’ during a Cycles workshop when I first heard someone whisper to me, You have to teach this, you have something to offer, you can’t keep this all to yourself. Disrupted, I stopped my dance and looked around. Everyone seemed to be engrossed in their own womb dances. I pushed these impossible words away; I wasn’t interested in teaching. I went on with
As we look towards 2019, we invite you on a journey guided by our local and visiting teachers and the 5Rhythms practice. The Moving Center New York presents a unique opportunity to seek and source through four maps in one year — Waves | Heartbeat | Cycles | Mirrors — finding your movement, expression, individuality and truth as we dance deeper together into body, heart, mind and soul. Whether you step in with us in the pulse of New York City or in another 5Rhythms tribe around the world, we wish you many dances for 2019 and beyond…Love, TMCNY
“We can’t bring Dad home for Thanksgiving,” Mom texts. It’s the first year Dad won’t be home for Thanksgiving. My Dad has Alzheimer’s. I moved him into the locked unit a year and a half ago. Mom just couldn’t.
When we crossed the border to Austria as refugees, 200 km away from my birthplace, I saw a completely different world which I was forced to enter. I was 11. I ate pizza for the first time in my life in the “western world” and I felt betrayed – I felt the lack of not having and being enough. I developed shame for coming from a “communistic country”. I lost my roots. And then I met pride and rage, they became my best friends for a long time.