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Sensation of Hearing Workshop Tomorrow

My new ‘vision’ for workshops and labs.

Exploration through Sensation, Awareness and Playfulness.

Reconnecting Mind and Body through Nature – our Senses. Reconnecting Spirit and Emotions through Play.


Fun, delicious and unexpected music.

You’re invited to be the instrument through which sound and music vibrate; through bones, muscles, blood – through every cell.

Bring your playful heart, I’ll bring mine, a few toys and you’ll get fit without even realizing it!

There are still a couple of space open.

To Register: Niaspirit@yahoo.com or 630-290-4814

Movement Alchemy Workshop: The Sensation of Hearing

Add another tool to your Wellness Toolbox!

Saturday, November 3.

No experience necessary. You do not have to be a musician, dancer or  Nia student to gain benefits from this workshop. This is for everybody.

What does what you “hear” have to do with Stress?

Does music affect your Body the way you think it does?

  • We’ll take simple listening exercises.

  • We’ll play with listening in new ways.

  • We’ll move to what we hear.

 What does awareness and noticing the sounds around you have to do with getting fitness and staying healthy?

A 60-minute NiaTM class will close the workshop, get your heart rate up and let you put what you just heard to good use. You will leave relaxed and refreshed, ready for the holidays!

Saturday, November 3, 3-5pm at the Clarus Center in Warrenville

For more information on this workshop, other events and regular classes, please visit:


Cost $40

To Register, contact Catherine at niaspirit@yahoo.com or (630)290-4814.



The Sensation of Dance

I took Ulrich Schnauss’ piece, Monday to 6:15 class Thursday, after listening to it pretty much the entire day.

Normally, for me, when I fall in love with a piece of music, I can’t sit still. I have to move and better yet, dance to it. This exploration was different. My initial sensory experience kept me in stillness, rapt – with a huge recurring smile of systemic delight.

When I got into the lovely space that holds Nia twice a week, I turned on the music. At first my body just wanted to be still and let the sounds swirl and swoop around me.

Then the drums pull me in, drawing me close and teaching me where to move and when to wait.  Wisps, pulses, murmurs and voice of melody invited my body to relax and listen with different ears.

“L i s t e n,” spoke the sounds, “and F e e l.”

What had at once felt so familiar and unfamiliar began to melt into trust.

Bends in the music became bends in direction. Liquid percussion became liquid art. From vibration to flesh and blood.

Loose, joyful shifts into the pleasure of discovery; simple, open discovery revealing knees, hips, elbows, shoulders, hands and eyes. Alone and in relationship, my spine slips into the dance and a new conversation begins.

I am not pieces; bits and parts listing and rolling without consciousness.

I am a biological community; a nexus of cells and creativity. My boundaries soften and blur as sound and solid collide, and blend.

Now both more than the sum of parts, essences spill over and what was separate and discernible is no more.