The Dance of Change

Hello, Beloved Dancers.

How does this moment in time find you?

From my perspective, it’s been another week of drama and turmoil, but hopefully all in service to change; change that is necessary and important in terms of finally awakening to the racism that is so pervasive and entrenched in this country. We need less division and more unity, more support, humility and healing after all the pain and suffering of these recent weeks.

I work in publishing and I watch the Amazon bestseller list in the books category constantly. It’s given me hope recently to see the vast number of books about the black experience selling with great velocity. We are educating ourselves. We are listening. We are trying to understand. We are raising our collective consciousness. I say this with great hope for change. This is my singular view for measuring the level of commitment to change. And I don’t expect change to be easy, but we know how to do this. We know, in the body’s way of knowing about transitions. Consider when the rhythm changes in the music while we’re dancing. We adapt. Consider when the transition from one song to the next is somehow surprising & perhaps even wildly unexpected. We adapt. Consider how sometimes we dance with one partner and then a very different partner comes along? We adapt. As our country changes, grows, and heals, let’s not just adapt. Let’s be a force for change ourselves. Only you know what that looks like for yourself, but I trust we’ve all got the skillset required. We’ve been dancing with change for years. Let’s figure out how to be a more inclusive community, how to reach out to those who’ve been marginalized and warmly welcome them to the magic of this dance practice.

I’ll miss you tomorrow on the dance floor. Roy and I managed to sneak away to a cabin in the woods for a long weekend. We’ve chosen a media black-out. It’s been glorious to simply be in the silence of the woods, to hear nothing but the sound of birds chirping and wind rustling the trees. There are no sirens here. No helicopters. It’s peaceful and serene. We see mostly blues and greens, of sky and trees. I feel my whole being rested and rejuvenated. And with that reset, I also feel my resolve strengthened, my courage kindled. Ready for what comes next.

Such joy to report that our beloved Kathy Altman will be hosting the Open Floor on Sunday (via Zoom). We know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she’s going to drop some stunning pearls of wisdom in the collective pond. Her words & her music will comfort, inspire, and provide new insights.

Link to sign up (please don’t forget to pay. . . whatever you can):

Here's a lovely little poem for your reading pleasure.


There is no controlling life. Try corralling a lightning bolt, containing a tornado. Dam a... stream and it will create a new channel. Resist, and the tide will sweep you off your feet. Allow, and grace will carry you to higher ground. The only safety lies in letting it all in – the wild and the weak; fear, fantasies, failures and success. When loss rips off the doors of the heart, or sadness veils your vision with despair, practice becomes simply bearing the truth. In the choice to let go of your known way of being, the whole world is revealed to your new eyes.

- Danna Faulds -

Sending love and the hope for peaceful and profound change,

(also sending hugs)


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