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In Appreciation of My Many Teachers

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Jason Alan Griffin, this is what you stimulated last weekend.

Saturday’s class reminded me of a dynamic I had left behind. Along with that dynamic movement of energy was the pleasure I had also forgotten often accompanied the experience. I moved differently. I spent time not knowing. I left Saturday’s class at Jill Campana’s Sacred Space happily tired. I didn’t really want to leave. I didn’t have anything to say, I just felt resistance to driving home when I did. I felt as though I was leaving something there. I’m sure it had nothing at all to do with Jill’s warm and open hospitality at Sacred Space as well as the love that is palpable in the home she and Frank have created!

On Saturday I danced for myself and the joy of being in community.

Sunday’s class came. While I had indulged myself at Jill’s, I was a bit more outwardly focused during Sunday night’s class. The result was a double-edged blade (as most experiences are). Jason poured an enormous amount of energy into every song for our 95 minute class.  That outpouring was enough to ride on and I while I couldn’t put my finger on why I smiled through both of Jason’s classes, I knew there was a connection.

On Sunday night, I noticed Jason’s teaching style, transitions between moves and songs, cueing skill and material embodiment. As a Nia teacher, this guy is a great Nia teacher. It was what he brought as a human being that made it an extraordinary experience for me.

Fast forward to…

Pam Berk and Velvet last Saturday morning at 9 am. Play time! In Green belt I remember being told to follow what the teacher did, even if she or he wasn’t teaching it exactly as it was designed and I think about that when I take another teacher’s class. (Sometimes I’m so literal!) One of the most wonderful gifts I receive from Pam is her generosity and willingness to give me room to discover. She brings her own wonderful creativity, but she also invites her students to dive into their own body’s creativity.

I’ve discovered so many ways to move familiar choreography in Pam’s classes.

And in Kendra Dicker-Deutsch’s classes.

And in Jenny Rogers’ classes.

And in Jill Campana’s classes.

Stephaney Robinson (Abilon)

Carlos AyaRosas

Debbie Rosas Stewart

Ann Christiansen

Ken Gilbert

Dana Kalombo

Kari Wynn

Jill Factor

Jamie Klausing

Kim LeClair

Kathleen de Miranda

Myrna Weinman

Denise Medved (my White belt trainer)

Sara Shafran

Sandi Oppenheimer

Trish Humenensky

Kathy Rink

Jenn Cesario

and

To every single one of my students. To those of you who have been with me from the beginning. To those of you who walked in, got halfway through the first song and left. To those of you who are anywhere in between the two!

You have all influenced me in some way. I have learned from you all and you have my gratitude.

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No Limits

Flames like Liquid

Open the flood gates and let your body moooooove – in ways previously unbeknownst to you!

Within it, every step has a million possibilities.

Colors. Shades. Hues.

Sounds. Instruments. Rhythms. Mood. Color. Tempo. Expression.

Splash. Wave. Pulse. Quiver. Shake. Drip. Pop. Pipple. Ropple. Jip. Tommel. Careen. Womp. Vrooooooom!

Every move holds the potential for an untold number of expressions, flavors and inflections.

One move + 7 pieces of music = a move for every day.

One move. Any piece of music. How does the move to music I love differ from the same move to music I don’t like?

Creativity transcends like and dislike. What will I discover within myself when I give my Spirit a chance to dance in the dark?

Why am I locking myself into defining and re-defining within the same narrow parameters?

When I can knock the doors down, rock the walls and blow the roof off!!!

And don’t stop until it feels gooooooood. Really good!

Awareness of Music and Creativity

Colored Bubbles

I’m taking an online creative writing course, Courting the Muse, offered by Cassaundra W. Bennett. One of my writing assignments suggested that I listened to music with which I am unfamiliar. I listened to a musical arrangement that was a bit different from my usual listening choices.

I listened to an a capella piece performed by Anna Kendrick using plastic cups as “accompaniment. At first listen, I didn’t care about the cups. Anna has a good voice and I was totally engaged by the lyrics.

I’ve got my ticket for the long way ‘round
The one with the prettiest of views
It’s got mountains, it’s got rivers, it’s got sights to give you shivers
But it sure would be prettier with you

I like the tone of her request for this person she’s singing to join her. She doesn’t beg; there’s no angst or anger in her voice. The person she’s singing to means something to her but she’s strong enough in herself to go without him.

Her offer is almost off-the-cuff. Or perhaps simply relaxed. Maturity and a bit of humor,  “you’re gonna miss me when I’m gone, you’re gonna miss me by my hair, you’re gonna miss me everywhere, oh, you’re gonna miss me when I’m gone.”

I hear hope with enough experience to know that she may not get what she wants this time.

After a few listens, the cups relinquish their side. She is someone who has just enough to get by. She doesn’t need any more; doesn’t want any more. She’s playing cups. Would she play something else if she could?

Letting go. She’ll let him go. If I shift how I listen, I can hear a mournful tone. She knows she’s already lost him, but she has to ask anyway. She is brave enough to ask and courageous enough to hear the answer. She’s willing to be vulnerable; strong enough to be vulnerable. She is strong enough to resist following another.

How vulnerable am I willing to be? Am I strong enough to be as vulnerable as I am?

I got my ticket for the long way ‘round
Two bottle ‘a whiskey for the way
And I sure would like some sweet company
And I’m leaving tomorrow, wha-do-ya say?

I’ve got my ticket for the long way ‘round
The one with the prettiest of views
It’s got mountains, it’s got rivers, it’s got sights to give you shivers
But it sure would be prettier with you

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Scene from the movie Pitch Perfect, Anna Kendrick – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jcl_FkA0qJA

Entire song; song only – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n06IejXZZFs

My Own Business – Yay.

Entrepreneur?

Starting a new business?

Self-employed. (Do I have to be making enough money to be self-supporting in order to claim ‘self-employed’?!?!?!)

Never ending learning curve!

Where did that echo come from?!?!

Ignorance is bliss.

Elevating the quirk of talking to myself to an Art Form!

Shifts, change and transitions – going deeper; discovering truly authentic work. Uh hu – as if my original idea for a business wasn’t weird enough. In the river? Up to my eyeballs!

Oh yes, I think I’ll create a business that takes what I’ve been practicing for 20 years and turn it inside out. I love to learn!

Reinvent the wheel? Oh yes yes yes – please – can I? Pleeeeeeease??

I wanna do stuff that no body else is doing ’cause starting a business from scratch with little capital isn’t enough of a challenge. I don’t only want to swim upstream – I want to swim upstream with a buffalo strapped to my back!

No, I’m not crying I’m laughing hysterically and these are tears of manic joy!

Glutton for punishment? Fetish for wicked work hours? Willing to live in denial? Willing to drive in 5:00 pm Chicago traffic? Buy the everybody-requires-at-least-6-hours-of-sleep-for-sanity load of buffalo droppings? Willing to find myself with nothing to talk about in a social situation except the new business? Noticing eyes glaze over – but, oh, I hope I brought a notebook, ’cause I just got a great idea for the lab I’m planning…

So why do I insist on this uphill climb (me and the buffalo)?

Why do I jump out of bed every morning already planning my next events; with the residue of dreams that gift me with a flood of creativity?

Why do I persist?

I

Can’t

Not.

Am I happy?

I wouldn’t be anybody else. That means ‘yes’!

Is that feeling the universe’s way of letting me know I’m going to be successful?

… manic joy…

Barry Moltz is right – I’m fucking crazy!