Grounding and Centering

OK, this transformative process is real.  Becoming a semazen, or whirling dervish, acts on all levels of awareness, from the nervous system to the emotional field, the thought field, the spiritual realm, and beyond into a darkness that is at once the light of creation.

All of us new semazens are rapidly centrifuging all old patterns to the surface to be dealt with.  It's a steep path, a quick ascent up the mount of olives, and the ripples created from this change take time to settle in the world of relationships.

What is amazing to me is the power of multiple centers.  I am learning how to act and love from the center that is appropriate to the situation, and this is revolutionary.  


My physical center, my spine, is my way of being in the world.  
My magnetic center, the axis upon which I rotate in the whirling, is my way of being in passion and the depths of cosmic love.
My emotional center, my heart, is my way of discernment, it is where touch and speech and manifestation occur.  It is central to my human relationships.
My diamond caves, of the mind, the bones, the past, and possibility, act as additional little centers from which recharging and downloading takes place.
My art, my dancing, is my ground upon which all of these play, it is my integrative and generative force.


I am putting up shows again.  I am moving and creating and sharing and teaching and being taught.  I am a multiplicity.  I am an artist.  I am everything I desire.  That's necessary, that's good.  Thank goodness for my passion, thank goodness for my craft, thank goodness for my spine, thank goodness for my relationships.  May they all be blessed by the beauty of this centrifugal force.  


And it is so.

Visions and Free Will

This is my vision board for this year.  I had a different one laid out, more reds, deep blues, lips and hands and feet, contrasting swirls, and it was too dramatic, not right.  So I swept the board off and intuitively pulled from my pile of images, placing without seeing really, soft focus.  As I glued positions shifted yet again, new relationships formed across diagonals and in interstitial spaces.  The next night, my life changed.  
There is turmoil in my home right now, our family may be breaking or it may be being reborn.  There is no way to tell for sure, there is only letting go.  It is dark and it is scary.

My vision board is full of women, dancing my heart out, creative generative forces, soft pink beauty.  Cycles of time across a year are woven in.  I hope, I love, I love again and I cry more deeply.  I am love, this year I am love.

Warrior Heart

A few years ago I made my last piece of dance in North Carolina, it was a great undertaking, and I had wonderful women to assist me with the project.  I created an evening around three women, characters from "The House of the Spirits" by Isabelle Allende.  We worked deeply and passionately to embody qualities rather than just dancing steps.  We wove a story of generations of women through our bodies, the medium that comes most easily to me as an artist.  

In this strange time of my life right now, upside down and inside out, I come across Isabelle Allende again, in a more personal way. Listen to her speech, the full 17 minutes.  We too can claim the warrior heart, in fact we must.  Life demands it.  In love,