At Its Core

The essence of darkness is light

The essence of darkness is light.

We begin to journey into the resting season of the year,
witnessing the trees embrace the winter rest,
the song of birds and crickets lingers in the not-too-distant past.

The rhythm of the passing time slows down,
as darkness casts its thickest veil
we reignite the candlelight, 
to reflect the flame that burns inside.

Not merely waiting for the brighter season.
Instead – we shine forth, 
radiating from the core.
With all the might our cells and hearts soaked in
while the Sun was shining strong and high.
Without a speck of dim.

Rising, shining bright.
As within so without. 
As above so below.
The light is rising out of the dark.

Let’s celebrate the dark,
the festive months of winter tide.

The essence of darkness has always been light.

Take The Leap

Ocean Cliff, Stallions, Woman

Stranded on the ocean cliff.
Or so it seems.

On a bright, full-moon night,
she finds herself.
At peace.
At last.

A gentle, yet fierce beauty,
imbued with a force of hundreds of horses.

Strong, born to be wild,
ready to gallop whenever and wherever she calls.

The glaring sky is filled with millions stars,
From one horizon to the other.

The cold autumn wind is sweeping through the air.
The path is crystal clear.
The chill – she feels it to her bones.

The unexpected leap of fate.
The buck is safe – for now.
The deer – no longer caught in headlights.

Shhhh, slow down my muse, my vital force.
He begins to whistle as she glides with ease.
There is no need to speed.

Too close lurks the edge.
Beware, the ocean’s rough.
The cliffs are rising,
it’s dark, it’s steep.

An exhilarating thrill shines through her eyes.
The steadfast bracing of his heart.

Breathe, co-regulate.
There is no need to rush.
Hold my hand – if you will.

She sails across the seven seas…
the stallions set free.

Savoring their final dance.

Take the leap,
Trust your beat,
Take that chance.

This… is Your Dance.

Embodied Movement

Dancing on the Beach

Embodied Movement…   In the light of love – we move.

How could I best describe embodied, conscious movement? And why has it become an indispensable part of my life style?

Have you ever noticed how children move, hop and dance around? Ever so effortlessly, it looks so natural. They seem to be having so much fun. That’s exactly why I love embodied conscious movement – it’s utterly liberating and helps me unwind from all the dealings that are part & parcel of the grown-up world.

It’s a medicine to my soul I have access to – at all times. Through moving my body together with all other moving bodies in a safe container facilitated by a skillful and present guide by our side.  I become more aware of what transpires as I move together and on my own.  Pivoting from exploring, tasting your dance to coming back home to my own dance – enriched by the experience of a new flavour I can now add to my own.

I am wondering – is there such a thing as “my dance”? For, I am a composition – a formation of all the people and experiences I have ever been touched by in my life. However I may have perceived it – pleasantly, in fear, with aversion, with an open or a closed heart and mind.

I cultivate a deeper sense of awareness, anchoring my faculty of presence as I begin to move. In a most playful possible way.

I share my experiences with my fellow movers; feeling comfortable to be myself – my authentic me. I am not expected to please or have a need to dance to impress upon anyone. And when I do, that’s fine to – as long as I am aware of my beings and doings. I dance to express all different parts of my self – sometimes fast or slow, vigorously or through a set of micro-movements, with music or in silence, in communion with people, the ocean, trees, the sun, the birds, all that is around or simply on my own.

I am allowing myself to be, through movement – there is no agenda. Only pure movement – I have no need for any substances that would alter my state of being.  When I move I can’t get stuck. I don’t wait for the emotions or my moods to change before I decide to make a move – I instigate the move and let the emotions follow the suite. I nudge myself to move despite the flavour of my current state of being.   As I begin to move, I create the flow with it’s ripple effects and let it take me where I need to go and do my thing. When I move I don’t get stuck. My movement can be tinny – invisible to the observing eye – yet, inside me, I move. My gaze softens, and I allow my body tissues and my nerves to relax. I realize there is no need for competition, exaggerated ambition, or intensity when not called for.

Our bodies hold the innate intelligence that informs us of our deeply rooted patterns that keep us out of balance and no longer serve us. When I pause and tune in, I am able to learn how to move, to move through such patterns that cause me unease.

I learn to cultivate moments composed of many pauses – moments where I simply freeze. Being a witness to myself, to others and being witnessed by others – not trying to change anything, to interfere, or interject. Being present for my fellow movers while allowing whatever is wanting to occur – to happen.

Tears, joy, fear, trepidation, doubt, memories, pain, desires, pleasure, love, hate, connection, disconnect, projections, anger, shame, blame, judgements, wanting to hide and run away, feeling helpless, not knowing. All parts of ourselves are welcome on the sacred dance floor; nothing is taken personally, yet all is personal.  

Nothing is taken personally, yet everything is very personal.  

And so I take all this learning and embodied wisdom as I transition from one container to another. From my scrumptiously delicious dancing pod in sunny California to my beloved home in the cold, green north. To my workplace of play, inspiration, and creation.

There’s no separation when embodied, conscious movement leads the way. Sometimes I choose to move slow or fast, gently or vigorously, in a big audacious or tinny, small way. Always trying to be aware of my semipermeable moving vehicle with the capacity to embody it all. To choose and say yes or no. To participate or take a break. To set healthy boundaries. To watch life unfold – for me, for us all.
With gratitude that I am alive – that I have the required means, time, support, courage, and will to experience the gift of a year-long with Zuza and you all.  

I show up. Trusting that I can. I come to this world to play and be the being of love, which I am. When I mess up, that’s ok. I pause, reset and start again. I know that I can. Because I am. A being of light & love. Showing you the way, just like you show me your way to live my life more fully, as an expression of my most beautiful, generous, loving, joyful, authentic self.  Oh, I do love that thought.

So, it is true.
“From caring comes courage”,
the courage to listen and respond
to the calling of the Heart.
(The Girl With a Rose)

I thank you for enriching my life with your preciousness, with your divine presence. 

I dance… I am danced…I become my dance. The dance becomes me.  

And now, I wonder… How do you move through your life? What is the one thing I have shared that could enrich your dance of life, making it more pleasant, fulfilling, meaningful, revealing? Five percent more or five percent less can can make a big difference.

Is it possible for you to receive this flow of thoughts with an open heart and place it at the back of your mind as you go about your day – and see what transpires when you least expect it?

Yeah, I am a curious mover, that’s for sure.  

Zuza, thank you for delicious 5% 😊💕. In the light of love, we move… “

Trust ~ The Opus Magnum 

Honey and Roses - The girl with a rose

Trust is a fine tuned dance.
Similar frequencies of soul formations are drawn
into a soft, gentle, fluid embrace. 

Shadows of the past grow faint;
Doubt’s grip weakens,
Me – coming to know myself,
You – coming to know yourself;
The balance can no longer be shaken,
or broken by the worldly events.  

Trust is the warp and the weft,
the rhythm and the rhyme,
The resonance of synchronous hearts,
emanating harmonies,
empowering people’s lives.

Purer, truer, transcending space and time.
The scent of fear and doubt
are but a faint memories of a distant life.

I hold the power to transform what I touch;
You lift me up toward the place you cannot go when on your own,
I open your eyes, your heart in ways I cannot reach my self alone.
Together, we transcend the ways of the old, 
untangling ancestral ties.

So much bliss, when we find ourselves adorned with grace.
Elevated by the mystical experience, lovingly embraced…  
Day by day, aligned, blessed with breakthroughs and potent insights.
No trouble or toil of the shadow world can reclaim our flight.

Such wonderous dance;
Infused with honey & roses;
Sweet like the the song of the happiest child.

Let your spirit soar high! 
One to One with the Eagle’s eye.

I smile. 
Grateful for handing over the key to unlock the passage of trust; 
The ready path for open minds and tender hearts. 


Perceive to Receive

Eyes of Perception

I perceive.
Eyes receive.
You perceive me.
Your eyes receive me.
How? Is there a difference?
The eyes are the mirror of the soul.
They look to see beyond.
No likes, dislikes, aversions, or attachments.  
When you realize that “Eyes receive”,
you too are ready to “receive.”
Fully, as it is – no filters applied.
Both, light and the absence of light flow through.
Such is my yardstick,
teaching me how to surrender.  
Being soft as mud not hard as a brick.