Monthly Archives: January 2016
5Rhythms | The Moving Center 2016 Workshop Schedule
The city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and beauty in the world. ~F. Scott Fitzgerald Dear …
Notes on Practice: A Notable Blizzard & A Good Bullshit Detector
Today is a rare interlude of Stillness in a typically dynamic city. The windows are impossibly bright. Snow is caked on the screens outside. Still-falling snow makes the air seem opaque. Piles of white obscure Brooklyn’s sharp edges and make everything blur together. “Are you ready for Snowmageddon?” I was asked yesterday. “Yes!” I answered emphatically.
Notes on Practice: It Speaks Very Much For Itself
I had an urgent errand this morning, but it cooperated and I was able to make it to this Sunday’s Sweat Your Prayers class, which was taught today by Daniela Peltekova. Stepping into the already vibrant room, I happily greeted many friends, found a spot on the floor, and fell into circular movement.
Today I was exceptionally grateful to step into a 5Rhythms class. Being away for the holidays kept me out of classes for nearly two weeks. Also, during my time away, I attended a brief not-5Rhythms dance retreat. I wanted something satisfying to do for New Year’s Eve and the retreat seemed like a good option. Although I am not one to bounce around to many different spiritual practices, I remain receptive. If I find that if I am insisting on 5Rhythms..
5Rhythms Tribe | Community That Inspires
January 2016 Musings + Art from our Tribal Individuals The 5Rhythms practice both begins and ends with movement, but it doesn’t stop there… It is a …
Notes on Practice: Rhythms in Waves Workshop (The Entire Universe Opens Up)
The first night of Tammy Burstein’s “Rhythms in Waves” 5Rhythms workshop at the Paul Taylor Studio on the Lower East Side followed an extremely unpleasant day in my own small life. I stepped into the high-ceilinged rectangular room, with its clean, metal theatrical fixtures and foot-scuffed black floor and immediately collapsed, touching my forehead to the floor, grateful to enter the charged space of dance, and looking forward to three consecutive days of intentional moving—hoping it would provide me with some kind of antidote.
‘I was dancing my uncertainties, my fears. I was dancing my anger, my happiness and joy. I was dancing my deepest sadness. I was dancing my mother, my father and …
