5RTA | January Teacher Spotlight

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5RTA | September 2017 Teacher Spotlight

I love the hum of a room full of movers, dropping into a deep vibration and riding it all the way home.

I love when our bodies find patterns of motion belonging to no-one, moving through everyone, just borrowing our hands and our heads and our feet for awhile.

I love catching a glimpse of someone’s soul I hadn’t seen before – when I find myself suddenly dancing with a warrior, a healer, a tree spirit, a bird on the wing.

I love when presence descends like grace, finding me perfectly, here, in this healthy, tender, temporary miracle, this loyal friend, this body.

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5Rhythms Tribe | November 2016 Teacher Spotlight

One day the shapes I was making in Chaos took me to a very dark place. I did not have a clear memory of why (even while it was happening), …

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5Rhythms with Jonathan Horan | Europe this Fall

“Emptiness which is conceptually liable to be mistaken for sheer nothingness is in fact the reservoir of infinite possibilities.” — D.T. Suzuki Dear Dancing Maniacs, I’ve spent the last days …

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Notes on Practice: Sweat Your Prayers, Dance Your Pain and Move On

Pain did not disappear so much as fade from the front of my experience. I still felt a bit of tenderness in the back, but as I released into the wave it was a far-off echo. I marveled at this. Once, I was barely able to walk I was so gimped from dancing ferociously on the first day of a three-day workshop. Somehow I hobbled into the studio on day two, unable to imagine how I could possibly move. Miraculously, as soon as the music started,

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Notes on Practice: Sacred Places, Otherworldly Fog & Cheerful Good Byes

Otherworldly fog took over the landscape on Monday. After dropping my six-year-old son, Simon, off at camp in Dunhill, I went to the unmarked beach again. Suffering from heavy anxiety, I paused to look out over the vast beach from the top of the steep cement stairs, and the line of vision was severely blocked by the heavy white cloud.

Exploring and seeking an inspiring place to dance, I walked west, passing several beaches…

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