Baby Dinosaurs

Lol.  When you are part genius and terminally weird what can you expect??  Some cried, some came back for a second night, some fell in love with "the tai chi dance", others fell asleep.  Namaste to all who witnessed~ 

http://cambridgetab.co.uk/featured-image/inspired 

 It's good to be home!

Performance

Live performance is just awesome.  It brings us into the moment so viscerally, so deeply, there is simply nowhere else to go.  Onstage, lights exposing our nakedness, we performers must come out, crack the seeds of our selves open, and reach toward our depths, or die without birth.  It had been too long!  Too long away from performance, too long away from healing work.  I must and  I will and I am integrating these aspects back into my life in a big big way.  
How lucky, how fortunate, how blessed, to perform five nights so soon upon arrival in England.  I am dancing an old solo, from when Open Air Dance was brand new, and I put on that crazy huge show while five months pregnant!  Who remembers that?  It was beautiful, turtles painted in mud and maidens in turquoise plether :) I am not the worlds best performer this week, but I am pretty good, getting it spot on at least some of the nights.  The audience comes into our s-l-o-w state of being at any rate, and so the choreography stands.  
Tonight, I will kiss the moon in the headlamps of the stage lights once again~  Ohm.

Space

The sky is gray.  So gray.  Seagulls flock on my daily walks in the mud.  So much mud.  Rain pours down the windows.  I love it!  Something about the land, my body here, the general consciousness in interaction, is very very happy.  I believe it is a sense of the sacred.  In my journey, I feel home: not home as in where I grew up, but home in my own self, home in this temple of bones, as if I have been erased and am just a lovely pure thought coming into form again.  Exquisite.

My village is three blocks long.  In these three blocks there rests a church from the 12th century, four pubs, a playground, an art gallery, some mud and brick structures and a handful of well designed homes.  It is perfect.  So perfect.  Commerce at an ebb, bells through the day, birds at every glimpse, space to breathe.  Hu~

Quiet

I'd like to be silent for awhile, still.  I'd like to sleep for a long long time.  I'd like to cry until I have no more tears left, and just be tiny, quiet.  And so I will.  With a furnace in my heart, resting in my own new space, close to nature, shhhhh.  I am laughing when I cry these days =)  We are here.

Dream Big

"What happened to the boy who suddenly got everything he ever wanted?" asked Wonka.  "I don't know," responded Charlie. "He lived happily ever after," smiled the great candy weaver.  

It's time to light the lighthouse beams =)  This year, oh this fantabulous on our doorstep rabbit year, I DESIRE, I long for with that deep grief based longing, I pour into the universal boomerang, the seedlings of my heart!

Dancing, working through my body, Performing, Healing with my hands and feet and sweat.  Huna Raindrop into the lake of being.
International travel to simply be with kindred spirits of my heart.  Working, praying, loving, singing bridges into manifestation.  And maybe sleeping in quite a bit too.
Writing writing writing Books, stepping stones to later become articles, and first precious drafts of the eventual PhD document.  Hu.
Reading everything I desire...autobiographies, textbooks, movement books, joyous funky words, on a brand new kindle. Yo.
Children children singing children dancing children playing music from their very hearts children laughing children cuddling children resting in the peace and safety of my arms.
Teaching.  Polarity.  Ho.
Prosperity and Fellowship that fully supports my work and DESIRE and very incarnation in the world on all the Machiavellian levels so that I am free to just do it.
And deeper longings yet unspoken on the public space of a blog.  For the soul is a diamond of multiplicity and prisms...what we see is only a fraction of reflection pointing towards the inner world.

Dream with me, weave with me, the beauty that we are.  
Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!

Blessings

 

The picture is blurry but I think you get the idea :)

At The Sir Francis on Weston in San Fransisco.

Such treasures!  Happy New Year. 

Epiphany

Epiphany rests at the door of Imbolc and is the traditional end to the twelve days of Christmas.  It is truly the birth...the darkest hour has passed, the sun and moon have risen together, certain light continues to build momentum towards peace, new dreams take shape.  

This epiphany my children and I will land at London Heathrow, new dreams in hands and hearts.  It has been joyous, desperate, awful, terrific, intense, filled with song, and heart wrenching.  I never lost hope, that wonderful human quality which so defines our holistic condition.  May this continue.  May the love and friendship which has so bountifully supported that hope continue to thrive.  May prosperity bless all whom this circle touches.  Ho.

Though my body will be flying through the air in two days time, my feet are firmly emblazoned with mud and vines and thorny scratches.  It feels good, being grounded, as I take off!  Hu. 

~Much Love~