I’m going to start using my YouTube channel to create weekly movement challenges, and each month will have a different main theme. For example, September will be all about balance. And of course, I’ll be bringing my unique blend of science and woo and dance to each topic.
What would you love to see in this series? What things are creating challenges for you lately?
If you have never responded to one of these blogs, maybe now is the time. ((smile)) Let me know what you need and want.
You know my good weather months’ obsession is tennis.
Thank God Craig convinced me to start playing again just a few summers ago. I’d finally healed from two frozen shoulders (thanks, menopause), and I realized that it was ridiculous not to be playing out of some fear of getting hurt. When you can’t move your arms fully for almost two years, your perspective alters a bit ((cough)).
As I’ve said before, when I’m on the court, there is nothing else. There’s me and my racket and the ball and the court… there are lines and weather and sometimes other people but that’s it. My mind is only right there. I’m not thinking about anything but what’s right in front of me.
It is a relief, to say the least, in this world to have something like this… a refuge of sweat and heat and trying. But there is nothing truly important. Nothing scary.
That’s not to say it’s all sunshine and happiness.
Not even close. I’m intense on the court (and I’m thinking you’re thinking… where are you not?).
Let’s say it this way: I am at my MOST intense on a tennis court.
The last few times we’ve played together, Craig and I have both been consistently getting much better. There are long rallies where every hit comes with the musical (to my ears) sound of the ball hitting the sweet spot.
I’ve been hitting harder and more consistent than ever and I had finally gotten my down-the-line backhand back.
I was working more and more at the net. (Which I love… because aggressive.)
To be clear, with every miss, I am constantly analyzing what I did wrong. I am always coaching myself and I am very often coaching Craig.
I’m a teacher, right?
After all those days of improvement, I was playing horribly.
And my self talk matched that. I was analyzing and criticizing to the max.
For the first time, I think ever in my life, I almost threw my racket.
This was beyond my fun mad into real mad.
I sat for a moment to get my heart rate down and watched Craig practice some serves and I realized…
When I am teaching others, I am all about positive reinforcement. If you’ve been in class with me, you know how much I’m yelling things like “BEAUTIFUL, EVERYONE!”
And I will take a moment after a song to highlight someone doing something brand new or astonishing.
But when it comes to how I teach/deal with myself, things are always different.
I never tell myself I’m doing well — only that I could do better. (Thanks to early learning…)
So I got up from resting and immediately changed my self talk.
Over and over, I said to myself in a whisper, “You are REALLY GOOD AT THIS!” I said it like I would say it to a student or a friend or my younger self.
Then I added, “You are really good at this. You are so strong. And you have so much fucking stamina!”
Over and over and over and over…
And IMMEDIATELY, as in the FIRST shot, I started playing better… more like myself.
For our last bit of play, I never stopped talking to myself like that, and now I never will because the results were immediate and undeniable.
Now to take that off the court…
That quote has stuck with me from this video. Though almost every single sentence he drops is like a sparkling gem. This video is worth your time… more than once, I’m betting.
This will be a journey into the self and community via movement, writing, and art. No dance or movement experience of any kind is needed. Come as you are. This will be my second intensive offering at my home studio here in Columbus, Ohio at Heartfelt Yoga. (And we’re in the heart of all things arts and food and there are so many options for places to stay if you’re coming from out of town.)
Dates: Friday, August 1st through Sunday August 3rd
Times:
Friday: 6 PM to 8 PM
Saturday: 10 AM to 6 PM (with one hour for you to get some lunch)
Sunday: 10 AM to 2 PM (with just a snack break)
And don’t worry: You won’t be sweating your butt off for all of those hours. There will be a good blend of moving and not moving based explorations.
Cost: $299
What you should bring
Your beautiful self
Comfortable clothing for moving and layering
A favorite blanket (or use one of the studio’s)
You do NOT need a yoga mat
Pen and journal
Water bottle
Snacks
Anything like a favorite crystal, plushie, mala, statue that will support your time with us
Butoh is one of the fundamental pillars of Peony Somatic Dance, and during this intensive, we’ll be diving into it much more deeply than we can during a once a week class. We’ll also be playing with and blending in the principles of haiku and origami to explore a more expansive vocabulary to support the body and its expressions.
Butoh is as vast as the universe in terms of approaches, and for every practitioner and for every choreographer of Butoh, there is a unique Butoh. (It’s almost impossible not to sound like some koan spewing zen monk when you speak of Butoh.)
For a little taste, here are some quotes:
“Butoh belongs both to life and death. It is a realization of the distance between a human being and the unknown. It also represents man’s struggle to overcome the distance between himself and the material world. Butoh dancers bodies are like a cup filled to overflowing, one which cannot take one more drop of liquid- the body enters into a perfect state of balance.” (Ushio Amagatsu)
“Movement alone does not become dance — the requirement for the dance is that one feeds such things as one’s own dreams, memories, and desire into the movement.” (Masaki Iwana)
"Butoh was conceived as an art that would continue to rebel, even to rebel against itself… it was conceived as an art that would not become an institutionalized form, but rather remain alive and vital, continuously reinvented by innovators inspired by it." (Maureen Fleming) (She is my main mentor in Butoh)
A lot of what is presented as haiku in the world is just short poetry. There are some aspects of haiku that many are missing and that are crucial.
Side story: for many seasons, I kept a haiku journal, writing every single day, and it was one of the key components for me of recovering from life threatening depression.
We will be using haiku to create movement, to feed ideas and dreams into our bodies, and we will be creating some original haiku.
We will play with origami in order to understand the idea of folding and refolding and unfolding in our own bodies. We’ll apply that individually in our movement but also in pairs and in the larger group.
If you have any questions about the workshop, please get in touch with me!
… I was interviewed for a podcast. (A side note: I would LOVE to do more of this… so if you know anyone looking for guests, please let me know.)
Brandi and I have been connected for a long time so it made this interview feel like two good friends getting together for coffee (or a Hello Kitty bottle full of water as was my case). And when I say a long time, I mean a long time… like well over the 15 year mark.
We were both part of the early blogging community (and I miss those days, for sure).
Brandi is starting this podcast specifically to talk to other women about being artists/creators in mid life. I was 100% on board the second she said that.
You can find more about her and her own art on her website.
And here’s our time together. Remember that you can speed up playback so you cut the time down quite a bit.
A little teaser:
It seems right to share a photo from the time I wrote the words below
Since 2016 (and we all know what I’m referring to) it has felt like time makes no sense, the world gets darker and darker, and overall, our mental health has just been on a trajectory that, well, we’d prefer were different. Maybe I’m not speaking for you, but most people in my circles feel like they are somehow less than a version of themselves that existed pre-2016.
I am less in my fit dancer body, that’s for sure. I’m less joyful and less giggley. And my god, I really do believe this timeline has aged us faster than we would have otherwise.
And on top of all of that, I actually feel less smart. Maybe it’s all the stupidity and ignorance and cruelty that has permeated our culture and it’s bound to somehow affect each and every one of us whether we are those things or not.
But when I look back at my pre-2016 memories, I sure do seem smarter. I seem more joyful even when I was going through something difficult… I could see that there was some sort of meaning to be extracted, some sort of growth I could get from it.
So when I share this, it might even make part of you mad, but I would suggest that’s the part of you (and me) that has been so deeply traumatized over the last … oh my god ALMOST DECADE living with these monsters among us.
I wrote this formula from so many years of my own experimentation, and the beauty of it is that it’s a framework but you fill in the deets.
There is no one path to health after chronic developmental trauma, from which so many unconsciously suffer. But there ARE some very basic building blocks that we KNOW help and that constitute a pretty damn good formula as far as formulas go.
First, movement. Period. You have to move every day. This is essential for basic human vitality but for someone attempting to recover their brain it becomes fundamental. We have excellent science behind what movement does for the brain, and there is, literally, nothing like it. It's imperative that you find movement that you ENJOY. Anything less will not last and will not have the results. And? Healthy movement leads to HEALTHY rest, which most people do not get. They get too much rest and it's of the not-restful variety so then they think they need more. Nope. MOVE.
Second, nutrition. Because movement every day must be supported by your nutrition. But your brain also responds to what you put in your body (duh, right? but not so much in the mainstream medical community). Play with your diet. Go in with no assumptions. See what makes you feel ALIVE and full of energy. Don't let anyone tell you to eat in any way that does not support those outcomes. Don't let anyone guilt you into any other way of eating that does not match your needs.
Third, aside from nutrition, WATER. Most people I know are dehydrated and there are some physicians who are starting to (oh, the radical!) notice that dementia is not about aging but about dehydration plus...guess what? Decreased movement.
Fourth, and this is something a lot of people don't think about: Spirituality, which is another word for Deep Connection. Find a connection to something bigger than you, bigger than the trauma, because trauma creates disconnect and makes us feel like we are special in a bad way. We're not.
Yep. That's a formula. If you did all those things EVERY DAY with intention, I guarantee (yes, I said that) that your brain and then your life would change.
All these years later, this really does hold. And please pay attention to my wording. I was super careful back then about how I said these things and it matters to this day.
“It is no measure of health to be well-adjusted to a profoundly sick society.”
That quote goes around all the time because it speaks to so many of us, but according to the Krishnamurit Foundation Trust, there’s no actual evidence that he ever said it. He did say things that boil down to this, though, including:
Is society healthy, that an individual should return to it? Has not society itself helped to make the individual unhealthy? Of course, the unhealthy must be made healthy, that goes without saying; but why should the individual adjust himself to an unhealthy society? If he is healthy, he will not be a part of it. Without first questioning the health of society, what is the good of helping misfits to conform to society?
And Henry Miller, who said he was very inspired by Krishnamurti, put it this way:
There is no salvation in becoming adapted to a world which is crazy.
Now that all of that nerd stuff is out of the way… ((ha))
The title of this piece came to me early Wednesday morning this week, as I awoke to another day feeling deep despair about the world and my place in it.
You know… those days when even the blue sky and sun and warm temperatures do not beckon. Those days when your body feels as though it’s made of lead and even the cat can tell so she settles on you for a long nap, purring and doing her best to help.
I have been limiting my news a bit. But it feels irresponsible to completely limit it. There are people suffering and there will be more.
The cruelty of this administration is breath-taking. The people who support it even more so.
It’s one thing for sociopaths to sociopath but to watch others cheer them on…
And so I wake up under the weight of that and then the rumination starts: how is there any space for the work I bring to this world in this particular world? How is it that every single thing that means anything to me and that I am good at — writing, poetry, singing, dancing, teaching somatic dance, creating art — how is it that in this world they are building, there really is so very little space for me?
And when I ask that question I am asking as a person who has paid her bills with those things that she loves for a very long time now. I am not a hobbyist. This is my Work, in that spiritual, capital W way and in the way of making money to help with the life Craig and I are building.
To feel this sense that my work will slowly slip away (as it has already started to do to some degree)… the despair over this is profound.
So my own loss plus the vile news that comes day after day after day, wave after wave, with no end in sight, and yes, I am depressed.
And see how it makes sense?
I’ve written about this before: if you already have a propensity toward depression from early life trauma, well, you’re pretty sure to be sinking into depression now as we are triggered by a cruel and punishing administration. Punishing in that anything not to their specific liking is designated as “bad.” (Familiar?)
I know that in order to fight back against all of this, we must maintain our hopeful energy and we must be able to fuel ourselves through love and beauty and joy.
But, my god… right now that feels like a lot to ask. So I have no answers and will continue to ask the questions.
What is my part in this? How can I maintain the work that’s important to me and others? What role can I play in the larger pictures? How can I fuel my own self in a way that allows me to continue?
I do not want to give the authoritarian/schnazis the “sad bodies” that French philosopher Deleuze speaks of but I also do not know how not to.
Intuitive eating is great if you can actually feel when you’re hungry and feel when you’ve had enough. But those mechanisms aren’t always that clear cut or working for a wide variety of reasons, not the least of which is that we’re all different. Our brains are all different. Our reactions to food are all different.
And our eating backgrounds are all different.
If you were a girl growing up in the 1980s, you were likely constantly being put on diets. And that very much damages your relationship to food and your body.
Even when I was a size zero I was not small enough.
Only when I started to dance again in my 40s did my relationship to food and body finally become neutral, which I think is actually the healthiest relationship you can have to those things.
But over the last few years, as depression has eaten away at my healthy mindsets, it has also brought up old patterns around food and body.
And because I can’t simply intuit about food, I end up eating things that do not feel good in my body and I end up eating too much — to the point of discomfort.
Something had to change. Body and mind are one and I know from experience that to get my body back to more comfortable and more active is to then heal my mind.
So I’ve started to track my food again because of that lack of intuition.
And whoa… it’s freaking surprising.
First, I don’t ever think of myself as an emotional eater. As a matter of fact, if I’m super stressed I don’t eat.
But… I am a bored eater. I am a depressed eater.
I am constantly thinking about what food I could be putting into my mouth.
Second, the amount of food that I thought was necessary to make me feel full was way off. I knew this, as I said, because I was uncomfortable, but the amount I needed to feel full and comfortable was a lot different than I anticipated.
(I’m using this macro counter and a food scale. TO BE CLEAR: NOT to deprive myself but to recalibrate my understanding of food.)
So this is part of my journey right now. And if you need to talk about it, you can always email me or ask to be added to my group on Facebook.
And if you need to move more, I start a new 4 week session of Stim Yoga and Peony Somatic Dance online classes next week.