I've been travelling the past few months. In Oahu, Hawaii, on Waiheke Island, New Zealand, and now, on the north coast of Tasmania. We've walked the tidal rock pools daily, hiked around Dove Lake at Cradle Mountain, spent time in the damp green silence that is the Tarkine.Read More
Most of us have a doorway, with a door jam at the top. Somewhere. Or something we can safely reach up to with both arms. Hold with our hands or fingers. Stand with grounded feet on the floor; deep roots.Read More
For long decades I have known that the central core of who I am and what I breathe, is Beauty. It is, in fact, the central organizing principal of my 'business'.
Which raises a conundrum within me.
Beauty just is. Beauty is what the Soul knows as native language and tone, and what it longs for. When we are in the presence of Beauty, we are uplifted, expanded and ignited, and we are undeniably reminded of our grace, our inherent dignity. We are, in fact, reminded of the full truth of our grandeur and magnificence. Beauty, is a direct experience and an encounter with the Oneness that, of course, we are. We all know this, as resonance.
It arcs like smoke through our DNA.Read More
January. A time of effulgent heat, here in Brisbane. Palpable humidity; liquid skin. A time to immerse in the drenching air, and unravel. Re-calibrate. Rest. There's often naught else to do!
We are beings in integral relationship with all things. The rhythms of seasons, the cycles of climate, large and small, the breathing bodies of land and water.Read More
The past few months I've been ill, as in, really ill. As in, hospital, stop teaching, rest now ill. It takes a lot for me to stop teaching. I have, after all, been doing it for over four decades; dance, or anatomy or yoga, or some combination of these three. It's part of who I am. Not as something that defines me, rather, as part of the way my cells breathe. Teacher. Totems of wolf, and eagle and lion. And for those who know me well; shark. With a hearty dose of Kookaburra. Koookakakak hahaha.Read More
Time suspends. The quiet gestation of 'the space between' has permeated my days and consciousness this past month. A pause, since EASS-y.
I often experience this, as I move - float - through transitions. Not as a free form 'take me where you will', rather, as an awake conscious being, in creation with All That Is. Unalloyed with a demand for a particular outcome, or form.Read More