Month: February 2016

If shit goes down, I dance

I know I’ve hardly been blogging. So much is going on, most of it unplanned, and I’ve been doing A LOT of writing but not here, my apologies. I’ve been writing arts grants, performing proposals, press releases, social media updates for 4 events and groups, accessibility plans, budgets, and of course journalling. Phew! Sometimes I feel the buzz of the energy in my head so loudly, I want to shake it out. So I do. I dance. I dance 5Rhythms in my bedroom, in the lounge, at the big Hall with a hundred other bodies, or on the empty early morning beach. I’m posting this right now, eating a piece of toast, then going to dance. And I just came across this poem, which I’ve read before (I absolutely did not write it unfortunately), but feel to share today. I think it’s my religion. We have come to be danced not the pretty dance not the pretty pretty, pick me, pick me dance but the claw our way back into the belly of the sacred, …

Intentions

So the year has ticked over. And I must confess: it was the first New Year’s Eve celebration I ever slept through. Is that it? Am I officially ‘getting old’? Is it now a downhill slide, from choosing to be asleep in my comfy bed more than any wild partying offers? To redeem myself, I got up at 5, and drove to the most Easterly point of Australia, in Byron Bay. Specifically, to the lighthouse on that point. There was a steady stream of cars and people heading the same way, yet the Parking Fairy graced me with a miracle ‘rock star’ spot for my car just in time, so that I could slip onto the blanket my friends had saved for me at 5.25, ready for the 5.30 ceremony. There was crystal bowl sounding, chanting, and a meditation for global peace. Baskets of crystals offered everyone the chance to hold a piece of tangible focus for our intentions for 2016: As the first rays of the sun sang out, we were singing over and …