Sweet Release

Hello, Loves.

This afternoon, as I was cleaning out the basement with my husband, I noticed how good it felt to be releasing all the old items that no longer served us. There was this sweet sensation of release as we let go of old ice skates, 90’s-style rollerblades, the pair of mid-century chairs that Roy always thought he’d refurbish. This has been a heavy, oppressive week—with the smoke from the fires burning this beautiful land, with the alternate reality depicted during the RNC, with the continued police brutality, and, of course, with the lingering effects of COVID. I simply want to take this burden of fear, of worry, of frustration, of anger, and just set down this big, weighty bundle for a bit while I catch my breath and let my body relax and rejuvenate. This is what we do in the dance. We learn to surrender to the music, to the movement, to the moment and let it all go so that we can make room for what needs to be reborn.

I’m beyond thrilled to report that our beloved Joseph Machado will be at the helm tomorrow, dropping peals of wisdom into our collective pond as he leads us in movement.

Here’s the helpful link.

Warm-up begins at 9:45am.

Here’s a little poem for you: it’s an oldie but a goodie!

She Let Go

by Safire Rose

She let go.

She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.

She let go of the fear.

She let go of the judgments.

She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.

She let go of the committee of indecision within her.

She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons.

Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.

She didn’t ask anyone for advice.

She didn’t read a book on how to let go.

She didn’t search the scriptures.

She just let go.

She let go of all of the memories that held her back.

She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.

She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.

She didn’t promise to let go.

She didn’t journal about it.

She didn’t write the projected date in her Day-Timer.

She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.

She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.

She just let go.

She didn’t analyze whether she should let go.

She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.

She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.

She didn’t call the prayer line.

She didn’t utter one word.

She just let go.

No one was around when it happened.

There was no applause or congratulations.

No one thanked her or praised her.

No one noticed a thing.

Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.

There was no effort.

There was no struggle.

It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.

It was what it was, and it is just that.

In the space of letting go, she let it all be.

A small smile came over her face.

A light breeze blew through her.

And the sun and the moon shone forevermore…

Let’s let go and let it all be.

Hope to see you on the dance floor (via zoom) tomorrow.

Much Love,


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