Groups
Orientate, constellate, witness, resonate
A place to practice our body felt sense
(our 6th sense)
With play and imagination
Morning Dance class
studio 1 or 6 Dartington 10.00-12.30am
10-10.30am Meditation (optional)
10.30-12.30pm dance
October 4th/18th
November 1st/15th/29th
January 24th
February 7th/21st
March 7th/ 21st
April 4th
May 2nd/16th/30th
June 13th/27th
July 11th
Morning Dance
10-10.30 - Mindful Meditation
Time to sit, lie or stand, eyes open or closed for 30 minutes. Primarily focusing on breath, but not exclusively, this practise is about allowing what is to arrive and be felt, heard or seen.There will be some guidance in this practice.
10.30-12.30 - Morning Dance
A 2 hr session to dance alone, together and collectively.Whether you choose tobegin from the Meditation or come in at 10.30 to begin the dance, we find centre, and move out from this place of awareness into the relational field.
SPRING TERM
A new shape to grow into
A bit about ....
The purpose of my teaching is to realise a better balance of attention and consciousness between body and mind, with a playful approach to this enquiry. In conscious dance, there is opportunity to occupy a space that is more body centred than day to day life. This space is intriguing, beguiling and above all more wild than the day to day. The instinctual, sensory and body-felt are the energies of this space.
We are born with this animal nature, and when I listen to this, there are feelings of contentment, knowing and connection. This process of re-membering is one of stepping into what feels the real me. From standing at the edge of the Forest, to following paths into places of meeting and connection. Music is the liquid that lubricates, carries and plays with sensibilities. It offers a dynamic and visceral backdrop to the landscape of discovery. Connecting with fellow dancers within this space allows another paradigm of interaction, energy reflection and sense of deep self in relationship.
IF
life's vibrancy turns to overwhelm
impeding
the fragile nature of heart,
nuzzle in
with a basket of seeds
keep the sparkle alive
When the white noise of human chaos
Blows around us
The changing autumn breeze
Brings a musk scent
calling us back to the earth,
to begin again,
to find new seeds,
father them
close in to the silent song.
AG 09/21