Move and Be Moved -

Gabrielle Roth Interview

Wed, 03 Mar 2010 14:37:09 +0000

Gabrielle Roth Documentary Trailer

Wed, 03 Mar 2010 14:15:16 +0000

Taos's 5Rhythms of Love to Haiti Event

Wed, 24 Feb 2010 12:22:44 +0000

On Valentines, 14 Taoseno's danced their collective dances of support and healing for Haiti through the global 5Rhythms effort initiated by Canadians Anne Marie Hoyga and Joanne Winstanley. Many 5Rhythms tribes throughout the world participated in this effort.

in the fundraising event organized locally by Visudha de los Santos, the 'Wave'(the 5Rhythms played sequentially) featured the rich and diverse music of the Haitians, both traditional and current musical themes.

One participant shared tearfully after the dance that she understood how our dances for healing are shared with others. Our tears and our sweat find their way back to the waters of the mother earth, and those tears and sweat carry our intentions through the waters and back to all of the people.

The Taos event raised $139 which has been donated to Doctors Without Borders.

Many, Many Thanks to all!

You, and You, and You, and You, and YOU are So Beautiful!

Thu, 18 Feb 2010 17:57:38 +0000

Horsefly - 5Rhythms article w/ Visudha de los Santos

Tue, 02 Feb 2010 03:41:34 +0000

Taoseno dancer Mona Frastaci recently wrote an article in the Horsefly, the local paper of Taos, NM featuring the 5Rhythms in Taos with certified 5Rhythms teacher Visudha de los Santos.

Check it out: Horsefly 5Rhythms

Come and Dance

Mon, 01 Feb 2010 20:33:22 +0000

DancingQueen

Tue, 01 Dec 2009 19:05:10 +0000

Let's get down as Nature does!

Tue, 10 Nov 2009 04:09:53 +0000

Pole Dance - The best bloopers are a click away

Forgiveness

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 14:09:36 +0000

We Are Called To Dance

Tue, 07 Apr 2009 14:30:05 +0000

Did You Know?

Sat, 28 Mar 2009 18:19:55 +0000

I don't know what it means, and I just keep coming back to the dance, again and again.

Rhythms of Healing

Thu, 26 Mar 2009 10:50:17 +0000

Our Task

Mon, 16 Feb 2009 15:30:17 +0000

"A human being is a part of a whole, called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest... a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty. "
- Albert Einstein

Another Hero

Sun, 04 Jan 2009 20:24:58 +0000

Another Hero touches my heart.

Blogging, perhaps?

Tue, 16 Dec 2008 00:36:45 +0000

I'm navigating the abyss you told me would come. I'm in boot camp with God and all I know so far is that I need to dance slowly and quickly and sometimes I see a spark of the God in me and I listen to her because she knows everything at once. What choice do you have? You can't breathe and you can't see and you can't hear and it's over you're pretty sure it's over. The darkness is so real, so tangible. Learn or die. So, you come to yourself. Quite simply, you come to yourself. There is nothing else.

So. Long. Ago. Another person wrote that and I know her. She still speaks to me, questioning, crying, screaming. I listen.

J. said watch nature for how to die gracefully. So much depth from pain, sorrow, trauma. Now, it's time for light.

If life is what I decide then let me decide this:
To die gracefully.
"To be wounded by my own understanding of love."
To look at myself in the eyes.
"To bleed willingly and joyfully."
To find depth from joy.
To accept.

I dreamt about you months ago. You were a giant spiderweb and I was stuck in the middle of it. You were surrounding me. I had a sword. After a year of pain I stood up and looked at you, looked right at you. And in utmost joy I started cutting you down, chopping as fast and as hard as I could. There was so much freedom there, in those spaces without you. I got scared. I fell to the ground crying, remembering, the joy and the pain, the letting go letting go letting go killing me killing me killing me. Then a voice said to me "Do something different." I stood up. And instead of running away, instead of weeping, I stuck the sword down face up in the mud and I bowed to each side of you, each side of the cutting I had made, each moment of ecstasy and bereavement, and I sat down in the center and smiled.

This is the story of my death and rebirth. No less. My entire life written between these pages. Childhood, a quick death, and an awakening.

Something ……. "Be your own mother. Be your own mother."