I’ve had quite the summer, as evidenced by my lack of writing. I moved into a new and beautiful and tech-heavy and modern, gym-like studio space, only to figure out that I desperately need windows and that it’s more about the FEEL of a space than the look. So there’s more change coming there but I’ll write about that another time.
For now, I wanted to briefly write about something I’m learning on a deeper level than ever while I’ve been observing/working with a bunch of women in private sessions. (Remember that you don’t have to be local to have a private session with me. I do them locally AND via Zoom/etc. Go here)
I’m learning, yet again for the millionth time, that joy comes from being in the body, and that only when we work from a state of wonder and curiosity and play do we really settle into ourselves, into this home, into our very souls.
Here’s the thing: no matter what women come to me for — balance issues, pain of one kind or another, overwhelm, anxiety, and on and on — they are really coming to me to rediscover this essential and original form of themselves.
Here’s another thing: It doesn’t take much.
I have new private clients who have only worked with me for maybe 4 sessions who come in and can’t get over how much they’ve been spontaneously dancing to the radio again for the first time in far too long to remember.
Or they are finding themselves SINGING at the drop of a hat.
Or they come in and their face has completely changed and there is LIGHT and smiling and no more hiding behind a veil of “I’m so EXHAUSTED by all the TRYING.”
This work is not some instant fix, nor will it work in the long run if we do it for a short time and then stop. This work is a practice, for sure, and it is meant to be a lifetime companion…but who doesn’t want a companion who simply wants to play?