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I have come to be danced

Finally, after 4 and a half years of wanting to go and not-going, I made it to Barefoot Ecstatic Dance on Saturday. It’s a monthly ecstatic dance event in Halifax, and it was fabulous. Here’s what I wrote the day after the dance: 

 

The room was in twilight, half-lit by strings of multicoloured fairy lights.

We gathered in a circle, 20 or 30 of us. The organizers reminded us of the “rules” (no talking, let your inner dance out). We chanted OM, a continuous loop of sound reverberating through the space.

We spread out in the space, and the music began—slow, soft, pulsing. Some people immediately sank into trance and moved with that special quality of someone letting their body dance them (and not the other way around). Some sat or lay still at the edges of the room. Others, like me, began to move tentatively, warming up to the dance, sinking slowly into it.

Lights by sporkist on Flickr.com

Image by sporkist on Flickr.com

I kept my eyes down. To look up was to become distracted by the dance of another, to activate that inner judging voice comparing myself to them. I didn’t want to do that. Some dancers moved through the room, interacting with other people. I didn’t want to do that either. I feared them. I wanted to disappear, to dance invisibly in my own bubble.

The music grew. It pulsed and throbbed. I stayed more or less in the same area of the dace floor, focusing on the floor and my body. I kept my focus and consciously brought my training into play, grounding my feet and gently moving my joints as I would at the start of my classes. Gradually, my muscles warmed up, my feet found their rhythms. I felt more comfortable. I let go of my control. The music picked up.

And then…I don’t know if it happened gradually or all at once…things changed. Where I had consciously stayed on the edges before, an outsider, I found myself moving deeper into the room. Where I had felt threatened or crowded by the moving bodies around me, I no longer recognized them as “other.”

Light goodies by Georgie*S on Flickr.com

Image by Georgie*S on Flickr.com

As the music pounded through every cell of my body, and coloured lights began to flash through the room, the final vestige of my inhibitions, the last legacy of those years in the ballet studio…released. I was no longer the dancer and the observing inner critic. I was just me. My body felt clearer and more solid than it ever had, my mind was clear and open—still thinking, but with a stream of thoughts flowing through my mind like water.

I was one with the music and the dancers around me. My feet instinctively found the empty spaces in the room, and my hands stretched wide as my hand chakras opened and I sensed the energy that swirled through the space. I’d felt that before, when I first learned Reiki, but it had been a long, long time since then.

My eyes no longer sought the floor. They lifted—now to the play of coloured lights on the high patterned ceiling, now to the face of a nearby dancer, sharing a grin of connection and joy. I beamed…glowed. I shone.

Light painting by kevin dooley on Flickr.com

Image by kevin dooley on Flickr.com

 

It was deep in this trance that the message came. It came in my own voice, ringing through my mind as I danced in the half-dark. It said,

“What if you could be like this, always. Just you. Not afraid, not hesitating. What if you could leap joyously into experience, saying YES when the Universe asks you to dance, instead of freezing in terror. You can move past the fear you’ve been stuck in. It’s so simple. You just have to let go and be brave and be the person you are RIGHT NOW.”

 

A giant smile stretched across my face, and I lifted my gaze to the ceiling in gratitude and amazement. As the music shifted and I lowered my gaze, my eyes fell on the small altar at the side of the room. I went over to investigate what was on it, and I saw a crocheted bag with a note next to it: Reach into the bag and receive a message from nature.

Without thought, my right hand reached into the bag. It knew what to do. It pulled out a smooth, small piece of driftwood with one word on it:

Courage.

It took my breath away. I sat for a moment, imagining the essence of the word infusing my body through the hand that held it. Then I put it gently down. I got up and bowed to the altar. I stepped away and sank back into the dance—hair flying, sweat glistening. Aches and pains that would normally have me seizing up in fear came and went away again as I surrendered to the holy trinity of body, breath, and beat.

On and on I danced, one cell of a single living, dancing organism. The music grew sultry, then softer and lyrical, then quiet. One by one, the dancers moved to the floor and lay still. I kept moving until the very end…I wasn’t ready to stop.

When the music ended, I stood still for a minute in the dark, quiet room. I felt my bigness, the extent of my space in the Universe. I knew that this was only the first of many dances, that I was on the dancing path. And I knew that miracles and magic awaited me, so long as I remembered the message that this night had brought:

Courage.

Catch Light by SodanieChea on Flickr.com

Image by SodanieChea on Flickr.com

 

If you’re interested in checking out a Barefoot Ecstatic Dance event, you can get updates on their Facebook Page. The next event is June 9th at DANSpace on Grafton St, Halifax.

Greetings from not-Portland-Maine (and why it’s a good thing)

Today I was supposed to be in Portland, Maine.

I was. Last winter, I promised myself that I would go to the Authentic Movement workshop that’s happening there this weekend. Matthew and Xander were going to come too (to Portland, not the workshop). Friends of ours were going to come along for the trip. It was going to be an awesome vacation and, for me, a big, splashy return to the world of dancing with new people and learning new things “out there.”

And then life happened.

My husband left his office job (and his regular paycheque). We cut expenses drastically. I started actually doing all the business-y stuff I talked about doing before he left the office.

And then it was the end of April, and there was just no way in hell it was happening.

So, there it is. The Authentic Movement workshop will happen (technically, it’s happening right now, since there was a Friday night session), without me.

But you know what? That’s OK.

It would have been a really cool experience. But it would have cost well over $1000 (probably $1500 or higher) between transportation and accommodation and everything else. And, frankly, I would rather take that money and use it to cover bills and buy myself some time in which I can focus completely on building my business. I’ve already started, and it’s been fabulous.

Plus, there are a lot of opportunities right here.

Next weekend there’s a Barefoot Ecstatic Dance (which I’ve meant to go to since Xander turned 2, and STILL haven’t made it to). There’s also an open house at a local yoga studio, and that means free yoga classes (which I’ve meant to go to since Xander turned 2 and STILL haven’t made it to). And the weekend after next, there’s a contact improv workshop at the studio space where I teach DansKinetics (the idea of going terrifies me, but in that good “walking my edge” kind of way).

I can go to all three for $25, plus bus/cab fare if necessary. I’ll be walking my edge, challenging myself in the best possible way. And I’ll be making connections and learning and growing in the community where I live. There’s something to be said for that.

Growing...breaking through walls...

I feel like I had to not-go to the workshop in Maine in order to truly appreciate all the possibilities there are right here. I’ll be keeping my eyes open from now on, making an effort to get out to events and experience new things here in Halifax…and I’ll let you know how it goes.

I’m looking forward to having new movement experiences to blog about :)

Dance with me!

…I’m just going to leave this here for those of you in the Halifax area…

(if this isn’t you, scroll down…there’s something for you at the bottom of this post)

 

 

If you’d like to learn more about DansKinetics and the other things I do, click here for my new Classes and Offerings page!

…and for everyone who lives farther away and connects with me via the Magical Interwebs, I’ve figured out a way for us to connect in the dance together, and I’m DYING to try it out: a Spirit Moves Dancing Telecircle! (I’m still working on a way to bring you full-length online video classes like DansKinetics. A Spirit Moves Dancing Telecircle is a bit different, but still LOTS of fun and accessible to absolutely anyone)

If you want to learn more, you can sign up here! I’ll be sending out details later this week. As always, I promise to guard your information WITH MY VERY LIFE!

xox
Meg

Picture post: my technicolour dreambook

I’ve been playing around with a blank book lately, and I wanted to share. I’m a sucker for blank books, but this one went unused for years because I tend to like my pages lined, and I didn’t really know what to do with an unlined book.

Apparently, it was just waiting for the right time. Like the day I bought Xander some new paints at Staples (side note: Crayola watercolours…BEST PAINTS EVER. I may have to buy my own set, because I’m getting quite protective of these ones when Xander tries to mix colours. Other side note: TARDIS MUG!!! YAY!).

I’ve been doing a page every day or so. Sometimes it’s a message about what I need that day…

Sometimes it’s a reminder of the qualities I want to invite into my life…

Sometimes it’s a message about how I’m feeling…

Sometimes it’s an affirmation…

 

I absolutely love this new project. I love the beautiful colours (I am such a sucker for rainbow colours!). I love the feeling of the paint. I love the thick paper. I love the meditative aspects of putting brush to paper and letting the message come out. A page only takes a few minutes, but every time I make a new one, I come back to my day feeling clearer and lighter. I can’t recommend it enough!

 

Beautiful dreamer

Beautiful dreamer—

I see you there, peeking out from the shadows.
The bright sunlight makes you squint as you peer from your sanctuary.
Beyond the shade is a world more beautiful than you can imagine.

But to get there, you must do the unthinkable.

You must uncurl your fingers from that tangle of branches.
Straighten your shoulders,
Take a deep breath.

And take one step.

Step out into the light.
Even though your heart is racing and your breath is catching in your chest.
Step into the light.

You worry that the light will blind you.
That the bright beings you see in the distance will point and laugh
At your dimness.

What you do not see
Is that the shade obscures your magnificent sparkle.
Step into the light and watch yourself transform.

Shine. One step at a time.

Image by davedehetre on Flickr.com

…And now for something completely different!

Next Tuesday, Oct 4, you will not be seeing an Inspiration Tuesday post from me.

That’s because I’m taking part in the Girl Effect Blogging Campaign, a campaign to raise awareness about the plight of girls in the developing world…and the immense and untapped potential that they contain. And October 4 is the day it all happens.

Want to know what the Girl Effect is?

I’m excited to be part of a collaboration that involves hundreds of bloggers. I’m excited to have a chance to learn more about the world I live in and the people I share it with. And I’m excited to find out what else I can do to help.

Check back on Tuesday to read all about it!

Do you have a blog and want to join the campaign?

It’s not too late!

Dancing Through Life

I’m still recuperating from a Cold From Hades, and I’m doing the Dance of Stillness…but I recently rediscovered this article that I wrote four years ago (!!!), and I just had to share. Every word still rings true for me, and that’s a really great feeling.

Dancing Through Life

You are a dancer.

How do you respond to those four simple words? An incredulous shake of the head? Thinking “Yeah right, you’ve never seen me dance!”? Or how about “well, I take dance classes…” A few will respond with a “yes, yes I am!” –and if you did, I salute you!

Regardless of your response to these four words…they’re true. You are a dancer –everyone is. You don’t need to take lessons, be model-thin, or be under twenty-five years old. We can all dance –everyone, regardless of age, gender, or shape. Movement is our birthright. We were born dancers and we remain dancers all our lives –sometimes we just forget. Fear, rules, and judgements get in the way.

These days we are taught to think of dance as performing a series of steps that conform to a certain technique. These techniques have established dance as an important art form, but they have also made people forget about its true nature.

Dance has become black and white: you either perform the steps “correctly” or “incorrectly”; you either dance “well” or you dance “badly.” We watch talent shows that reinforce this idea, showing us an endless parade of “wannabe dancers” who dance their hearts out in front of judges, only to leave the stage humiliated and defeated. No wonder so many of us are afraid to move!

But what if we chose to embrace a larger definition of dance, seeing it as a union of body, mind, and soul unique to every one of us? What if the dance stopped being about performer and audience and became solely about the dancer and the music? What if we could step into a space and move however we felt without worrying about what we looked like?

Welcome to the world of healing dance, also known as ecstatic dance.

This is a world we glimpse as children running through fields or twirling until we can’t stand up for dizziness. It’s the world we touch when we’re out at a nightclub with our friends and we stop worrying about how we look, or when we’re in our beloved’s arms and it seems like no one else exists.

It’s a world that contains unlimited sources of joy and unlimited capacity for healing if we can only learn to access it. If we can throw out everything we ever learned about self-consciousness and start again from a place of joy and innocence, we can achieve mind-body connection, an open heart, and increased confidence. We can literally dance through life.

Healing dance is what I do. It’s what I started doing when I was three, dancing around the living room to whatever music I felt like. Since then I’ve spent most of my life exploring “the dance world”: thirteen years of pre-professional ballet training, four years of modern dance and choreography, and experiments with jazz, ballroom, belly dance, and flamenco, but no established style has given me the same unadulterated joy as the dance of Myself. It’s taken me years to realize this.

Healing dance is meditation in motion.

Sometimes my dance is the dance of stillness. Sometimes it’s silly, sometimes it’s sad, sometimes it’s angry, but it is always me. Little by little I’ve learned—am still learning—to let go of my outer (critical) awareness and just be in the movement.

Some days it’s easy. Some days it’s hard. As with any practice, some days resistance takes over and I get caught up in avoidance. But eventually I come back to the dance, back to the breath, back to the movement –back home.

Beginning your own dance practice is easy. You don’t need special clothes, a certain fitness level, or a specific amount of time to practice. All you need is space in a room where you can move without bumping into anything or worrying about being interrupted (unless you feel like inviting others to join you, that is). There is no right or wrong way to start dancing, but you should always warm up a little bit first. Try a short walk, some yoga, or some gentle movement. Your body will thank you!

Because the dance is yours alone I can’t tell you what steps to do or give you a sure-fire routine. But here are two of my favourite ways to start:

I. The dance of the breath:
Standing in the middle of your space, close your eyes and take a few deep breaths. Feel the movement of your lungs as you breathe in and out. Slowly begin to follow this movement with your body –expanding on the inhale, relaxing on the exhale.

Allow this movement to gradually fill your whole body as you stretch out into space on the inhale and contract small on the exhale. Play with the speed and force of your breaths. See where the dance of the breath takes you.



II. The dance of joy:
Pick a few of your favourite happy tunes and put them on. Move into your space, close your eyes, and feel the mood soak into you. When you’re ready, let the music move you —dance your joy!

No two dances will be the same. Tailor your practice to suit your mood and your energy level. It’s ok to just lie on the floor and follow your breath if that’s all you feel up to. Don’t be afraid to be silly, bizarre, ungraceful, or awkward—be open to whatever comes.

Soon you will find that the dance comes more easily to you. You’ll hear a song on the radio and find yourself dancing along. You’ll move in new ways without fear of being seen. You’ll begin to find joyful moments—joyful movements—in each day.