At Riis Park, the solitary birds are my first dance partners this morning. Before long, however, I join with an entire flock, soaring as they soar, holding my arms out …TAGS: Waves
It felt good to be in the collective field, very much in sync, and at the same time, very much on the high edge of Chaos—the rhythm of our time. To some extent, the gem of personal achievement has lost its luster recently; and I find myself moving more than ever in the collective field. The ability to actually move around inside of Chaos—conscious, aware and even with direction—are skills I hope to build on.TAGS: #danceeverywhere, chaos dance, dance anywhere, Dentist, High Vibration Waves, New York City, Staccato, Stillness, Tammy Burstein
In the current political context, and also in the context of my work, it occurs to me that the maturity of Lyrical—the full, shimmering, vibrating, sharp, vivid, spectacular, booming beauty of Lyrical has to do with stepping in to joy with full, open-eyed awareness and acceptance of all our pain and of the collective pain of the world. It is only with the integration of the shadow principles, and, too, of our own psychological shadows, that joy can fully arrive—not just the happy-because-something-went-well-joy or the I’m-going-to-look-happy-since-I’m-not-sure-how I’m-feeling-joy, it is not the innocent joy of a child either. Rather, it is the joy that has wisdom in it, joy that pushes nothing away, joy that sees from vast heights, joy that has enough space to hold all things inside it.
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,TAGS: Amber Ryan, Flowing, Flowing, Flowing, jonathan horan, Lyrical, Lyrical, Lyrical, Lyrical
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…TAGS: 5 rhythms, 5 rhythms, 5 rhythms, 5 rhythms, Chaos, Chaos, Chaos, Chaos, Conscious Dance, Conscious Dance, Conscious Dance, Conscious Dance, ecstatic dance, ecstatic dance, ecstatic dance, ecstatic dance, five rhythms, five rhythms, five rhythms, gabrielle roth, gabrielle roth, gabrielle roth, gabrielle roth, Maps to Ecstasy, Maps to Ecstasy, Medicine Dance, Medicine Dance, Meghan LeBorious, Meghan LeBorious, Meghan LeBorious, Meghan LeBorious, shamanic dance, shamanic dance, shamanic dance, sweat your prayers, sweat your prayers
Yesterday we woke to blue skies for the first time since we have been in Ireland. After dropping my son, Simon, off at camp, I set out to explore the local beach again, hoping to find a place to dance. Given the fair weather, there were several people enjoying the beach and I didn’t feel comfortable dancing there. Because it is exceedingly dangerous, I’ve sworn off the unprotected cliff path that departs from the east end of the beach, despite its compelling beauty. I spotted a different cliff path at the west end of the beach and decidedTAGS: 5Rhythms, 5Rhythms, 5Rhythms, 5Rhythms, 5Rhythms, 5Rhythms, ireland