On Beauty

On Beauty

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.

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Cycles, rhythms and tides

Cycles, rhythms and tides

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. 

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Resources for you - Pearls within the oysters

Resources for you - Pearls within the oysters

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.

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Jellies, Time and fluid gestation

Jellies, Time and fluid gestation

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.

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A little yoga & scoliosis VID x

A little yoga & scoliosis VID x

Recently, I've begun to play with video. This was a foray of necessity, within EASS-y. And....I've discovered it brings me joy to play with my images in this way!

My first experiment was a short image-sound piece on Kakadu...more about that next time. The next playful dabbling, a short clip of a few of my beloved private students; a Yoga and Scoliosis clip.

 

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Sensing the Spine Audio. In scoliosis and any spinal topography; in yoga and in standing.

Sensing the Spine Audio. In scoliosis and any spinal topography; in yoga and in standing.

Sensing the Spine is available as an AUDIO.
You might want to stand in front  of a wall for this standing meditation, using your fingertips on the wall for balance, with your eyes softly closed a little, able to peep easily through your eyelashes.

Stand with the soles of your feet on the ground...The skin of the soles of your feet whispering your history here...prayerful, reverent, in conversation with the earth. Listening. in intimate communion.

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Scoliosis 'Exercises'. A learning curve

Scoliosis 'Exercises'. A learning curve

I see this term a lot. I hear it echoed in new students who step in to explore yoga and their scoliosis, with me. "I did my exercises", they might say to me as we begin a new session.

Yet...

The truth of the undertaking, this yoga for scoliosis exploration, is far, far deeper. More raw and more foundational. Indeed, more honest. For what is required is a fundamental shift from the mindset of "I do this set of moves and it gives me this result", to one of curiosity, and partnership with one's body and other aspects of one's psyche. Yoga.

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Surfing and the back heel

Surfing and the back heel

'This time, stand up even quicker', he tells me. This young  golden-face teaching me to surf. He's bronze dandelion fluff on a board. Okay; stand up faster. Got it.

For the past five and a half decades, 'standing up quicker', I've lived in my feet. Finely articulate, sensate structures, reading the yoga mat, or the dance floor. Agile,  responsive. On steady, stable ground, that is.

Except. Now, said ground is moving.

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Hot Brissie night; a trestler by the River

Hot Brissie night; a trestler by the River

It's hot. And humid. And a walk by the River must be had. At the only time of day it's sensible to do this; evening. So we stroll, my love and I. And a gold moon rises, easing itself above the treeline; a golden Being breathed upward. Suddenly I'm tickled into irreverent play...

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gold threaded egret

gold threaded egret

This week I went to the Lake. Daily. As a practice. Not simply walking around it (although, this, I did), nor sitting chatting to the water dragons (yep, communion), but taking images, in all lights. Morning. Evening. By cloudlight and moonlight and streetlight. Trees skins, like weathered maps whispering their histories, water patterns. And an egret. 

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