Fireworks or dancing? Path to Sweet Release.

Dearest Dancers,

I’m writing to you with the sound of fireworks booming and popping in the background. These little explosions have been going off for almost an hour now. I’m keen on celebrating, yes, but this seems excessive. I don’t recall fireworks lasting this long. Is it my imagination? Have I become more sensitized to sound during these many weeks of sheltering in place? Or perhaps there’s a collective release that’s needed, that’s alleviated by setting off fireworks. I don’t know, but I’m just grateful that tomorrow morning, I’ll have a different type of embodied release with you in the zoom room. Yes, I do still have moments of longing for the good bits of my old life, particularly dancing together in Sausalito as a community. . . . and feeling the whole room release that dazzling energy! That said, I’m enormously grateful that we get to do the zoom thing. I love the spotlight portion of the extravaganza because it always makes me so happy to see you. I stand there, near the screen, hand over my heart, practically squealing with delight as beloved dancers are spotlighted. No this isn’t the way I’d choose to dance together, I’d much prefer the in-person approach, but for now (and likely for many more months), this will have to do. And it works. Sundays are always good days because I get to move my body in ways I don’t usually move it. I get to feel a sense of community with people I adore. And I get to allow that sweet release of everything that’s been held in my body all week; all the joys and the sorrows, all the frustrations and the ebullience, all the challenges and the victories. . .. they find such sweet release through the dance. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow morning.

I’m super excited to report that Ashleigh Shepherd will be providing the soundscape tomorrow, holding the container as we release into freedom of being.

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Little Hafiz poem bringing the good reminders. . . .

We Have Not Come to Take Prisoners

We have not come here to take prisoners, But to surrender ever more deeply To freedom and joy.

We have not come into this exquisite world To hold ourselves hostage from love.

Run my dear, From anything That may not strengthen Your precious budding wings.

Run like hell my dear, From anyone likely To put a sharp knife Into the sacred, tender vision Of your beautiful heart.

We have a duty to befriend Those aspects of obedience That stand outside of our house And shout to our reason "O please, O please, Come out and play."

For we have not come here to take prisoners Or to confine our wondrous spirits,

But to experience ever and ever more deeply Our divine courage, freedom and Light!

~ Hafiz ~

Looking forward to finding our divine courage, freedom and light on the dance floor tomorrow. (you may want to consider substituting “zoom room” for “dance floor”)

Much love,


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