Will another year go by where you think about making time to dance?  What does it take to prioritize nourishing your mind, body,and soul connection, to put movement where your heart, mind and mouth are? Or, will you remain…immobilized?

These days, knowing is like chasing a white rabbit. The increasing complexity of civilization makes holding anything in absolutes a precarious proposition.  And yet, there are some truths that are crystal clear…sparkling in the sunlight.  Among these is the reality that our planet  simply won’t tolerate the perpetual extraction and destruction of her nature.  I’m not worried about the planet ‘surviving.’ I’m quite sure she’ll throw humans off her skin like a bad case of fleas,  just as a flood, or fire, or pandemic does, easily and quickly, without apology.  I am worried about us humans though, because I love some pretty precious ones for whom I’d like to keep the planet a habitable place.  In that knowing is a wonderful feeling.  I embrace this strength and core of conviction that will undoubtedly outlast our physical shells.  That’s a big part of why I motivate past the comfort of a seated position and get up to dance.  

To dance is to know. Dancing knows each moment, one by one, until time is a river of authentic being.  That movement carries prayer.  This prayer is different from the ones we might offer a god, than the notion of asking for something.  Instead, this knowing expands into space and time to make presence complete.  In dancing, we de-sexualize the body, at the same time we re-sensitize physical presence. We make ourselves alive again. We connect our minds to that aliveness. We can hear and listen to our hearts again.  

In dancing, we make the sacred triangle of mind, body and spirit, and strengthen it through connection. Essentially, each is a link, but together they are a chain. This is not a chain that traps, it is a chain that secures presence, that affords us the courage we need to be present.  So often when we experience trauma of any kind, we disconnect one of these links, because there is either not enough time to process the whole experience, or fear overwhelms our courage to be whole in a difficult moment.  That is where the dance comes in…the dance that disables disconnection, because one simply cannot lift their arm without their mind and heart in tow.

Dance is not a cure all.  Sometimes it’s a wrecking ball, destroying what needs to be decimated but has somehow escaped its fate.  It’s also not always pleasant.  Some days, making myself move is akin to picking up a dead horse.  But I will venture to say that it is always healing, because the knowing that comes along with it inevitably reveals a path forward.  The Motherline is on our path.  We are clear.  There is no more living for us without movement to protect our planet.  Life and planet protection are as inextricable as mother and child. And we are reaching out to you. Come tow the line with us. Be alive again. Know again.