Letting go in Ireland

Dearest Loves,

First and foremost, there’s no dance at Pickleweed tomorrow. The city will be using the center as a resource for firefighters and emergency services. Pray for those affected by the fires. And pray for rain (and no wind).

I’m just back from a magical time in Ireland with my Sweetheart, seeing the sites and attending Cathy Ryan’s amazing Libido Workshop in Greystones. Last Friday, we planned on driving from the Dingle Peninsula back to eastern Ireland in plenty of time for the workshop start time of 6pm. Sadly we did not estimate our travel time well and so we were rushing; speeding along the motorway for hours, not stopping for lunch or dinner. Admittedly, I was a bit tense, not wanting to be late. I was carefully tracking the tension in my body, the impulse to form a narrative, the desire to understand why we hadn’t planned better. (whispered aside: I should mention here that I was quite late for the start of the workshop I attended in Greystones in February as well (but that was a flight thing), so it was important to me to be on time this time) Sigh. We weren’t on time. We were almost 90 minutes late. After brief but profuse apologies to the woman producing the workshop as well as the teacher, I made my way onto the floor and felt the tension in my body unwind. It occurred to me that I was amongst good & kind people and I felt their warmth and welcoming energy (if not overt hugs from people I’d met in February). The music enveloped me and supported my softening. The instruction was spacious and gentle. It meant so much to me to be able to just let it all go, let the tension dissipate, let the sense of rushing cease. Arrive. Arrive. Arrive. Feeling my body and feeling the welcoming energy on the dance floor, I knew I was held. And I got myself grounded & centered and able to contribute to holding others during the weekend. Again, I say to you, this is an amazing community of dancers. I don’t just mean Sausalito. I mean worldwide. It’s really an exceptional thing to travel and be able to find a home, a place of belonging, on the dance floor in so many locations across the globe. If travel is on your agenda, please consider visiting an Open Floor dance in the city you’re visiting. It’s so much fun to meet dancers from other communities!

Note: We may have some power issues on Sunday. Not sure, but we’re figuring it out as we go along! Rest assured, there is dance on Sunday so please come and feel the warm embrace of this spectacular community (and let your body enjoy some dancing too!).

Here’s the news:

Saturday: dance at Pickleweed is canceled.

Sunday: Stacey

Here’s the poetry:

The House of Belonging

I awoke this morning in the gold light turning this way and that

thinking for a moment it was one day like any other.

But the veil had gone from my darkened heart and I thought

it must have been the quiet candlelight that filled my room,

it must have been the first easy rhythm with which I breathed myself to sleep,

it must have been the prayer I said speaking to the otherness of the night.

And I thought this is the good day you could meet your love,

this is the black day someone close to you could die.

This is the day you realize how easily the thread is broken between this world and the next

and I found myself sitting up in the quiet pathway of light,

the tawny close grained cedar burning round me like a fire and all the angels of this housely heaven ascending through the first roof of light the sun has made.

This is the bright home in which I live, this is where I ask my friends to come, this is where I want to love all the things it has taken me so long to learn to love.

This is the temple of my adult aloneness and I belong to that aloneness as I belong to my life.

There is no house like the house of belonging.

~ David Whyte ~

So much love,


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