So many opportunities to sway me from this path. As Ange and I venture outta the Bay, I am aware of my desire to head east before north. Thus, landing me in Gawd's country, Yosemite!
However, YoBe Yoga in Seattle called, and asked if Ange or I could teach this w/e, and being the determined gals we've agreed to be, said "yes". SO, no more stops for climbing, bodywork, biking, dates, or dinner party's b/c we're on Mission Washington.
Yep Yep.
Phew, so we know we've got each other for the next 6 months, and we've agreed to not dump, ditch or kill one other. Come January, well January will come, and so will we.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
oookay. It's been a long weekend. I showed up to Santa Monica, where Angela tired from her month of couch surfing, and so, set us up in this free empty pad (thanks to her client). But after one night without electricity, and hot water (in SM?!), let alone the luxurious sleep sitch, I opted out. Better to stay with friends-
Our friends brought hours of laughter, jumping, flying, stretching, and minor debauchery...A hootinanay of good times, as not-so-strange success underlined our Santa Monican stay!
Forrest Yogis unite & share.
Top o'the morning. It's 7am and Big $ B decides we should have shots of Hungarian Unicum before we head off to Seminar. Apparently alcohol aids in release. WHOA, okay dokay.
Buzzin @ 9am. 
The bodywork vortex.
34 people, means 17 couples, all naked or nearly, w/oil, heat & release. HOTHOTHOT.
Warm up on the front lawn. Chest openers, comfort talk, minor touch...
Back in the Bay, its my DAD'S Birthday and Ange & I are at our sister's. YEAH!
Good times keep rolling. So much silly stuff in San Fran, so much momentum to ride to seattle on- So much thanks to Ellen Heed, Dr Vincent Medici, Brian Campbell, Christine Peterson, Christian Pezza, Carlo, Gustavo Coronado, Dr Kineako and my seestar Angela.
PS my jaw's still sore. If you've never had someone work inside your mouth, I suggest you try.
Our friends brought hours of laughter, jumping, flying, stretching, and minor debauchery...A hootinanay of good times, as not-so-strange success underlined our Santa Monican stay!
Forrest Yogis unite & share.
Top o'the morning. It's 7am and Big $ B decides we should have shots of Hungarian Unicum before we head off to Seminar. Apparently alcohol aids in release. WHOA, okay dokay.
Buzzin @ 9am. 
The bodywork vortex.
34 people, means 17 couples, all naked or nearly, w/oil, heat & release. HOTHOTHOT.
Warm up on the front lawn. Chest openers, comfort talk, minor touch...
Back in the Bay, its my DAD'S Birthday and Ange & I are at our sister's. YEAH!Good times keep rolling. So much silly stuff in San Fran, so much momentum to ride to seattle on- So much thanks to Ellen Heed, Dr Vincent Medici, Brian Campbell, Christine Peterson, Christian Pezza, Carlo, Gustavo Coronado, Dr Kineako and my seestar Angela.
PS my jaw's still sore. If you've never had someone work inside your mouth, I suggest you try.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Definitely feeling some sadness as it's time to leave The Bay. Heading to Santa Monica for the next couple of days, I will rejoice in the bodywork seminar, absorb new learning's, and play with Yogis. Then it's up to Washington, which I am resisting. I don't want to spend July there anymore- I love what I have here, old friends, new friends, magical places, elegant opportunities. Surely teaching with Angela will make up for this felt sense of loss, and I have Leavenworth, with all it's cool peeps and climbing, to stoke me. But, I still feel some regret that I am leaving.
Oh well.
Seasons change.
I am on the road for the next five months-
July is only that.
Time & space & movement.
. . . And when we come to the end of mystery,
As to the end of history and romance,
Then will we be a new people?
But will we still have poetry, and will we dance?
Oh well.
Seasons change.
I am on the road for the next five months-
July is only that.
Time & space & movement.
. . . And when we come to the end of mystery,
As to the end of history and romance,
Then will we be a new people?
But will we still have poetry, and will we dance?
Thursday, June 19, 2008
MIGHT
We slide lower
to
dance
our awkward dance
conjuring
Urban country-dance,
the depth, elegance, and calm swallows
of our sadness.
As beneath gesticulates,
shapes of shadows and paradise,
the sun and moon pools in one hand.
Words by Sondra Fraleigh are an exploration of the limbic brain, the emotional brain explained in terms of neuroscience and psychiatry. Here we find that emotional maturity is not synonymous with emotional restraint; rather, it grows through love and nurture. The brain's ancient emotional architecture permeates the dance of life. All mammals have developed a capacity for relationships through the limbic system, an aspect of the evolutionary nature of mammals. The open loop of "limbic resonance" and "limbic revision" allows us to bond with our family, with pets, friends, and lovers. It is also the basis for implicit memory, the hazy dance informing bone and gesture, bodily repetition and habit. The limbic system allows us to tune our nature to the larger scheme of nature.
DANCING X
Pick your favorite music.
In the manner of your absorption,
Let it be uncultured.
Resonate its anatomy.
Untransplantable tone
Hijacking language,
Turn it off, and lie down.
Drop down into silence.
X yourself. . . .
Fall into limbo (as you are),
And lose yourself, Xing.
How did history come to acquire
This blind spot
And never find a remedy?
X yourself. . . . Then begin
To pay attention to your breath.
X your name,
And leave behind no documents.
For an answer, one could start with those
Cuts and stitches, those cobbled together
Scars that fit so comfortably.
Now begin- from the the unguessed place
Of non-sense. Let the dance emerge freely
As it will, and follow its path: through
Silence to sound threading back.
The corpus of history in your bones,
The celebrations of the body
Embedded in the world of you.
What sound did you hear?
Remember if you can,
And if you can't, silence the effort.
Resist explanation.
Mythology and religion
Returning the real of your dance
With plenitude.
Repeat and surrender
The fretful framework
Listen to your heart
Move
In tertiary- of nature
Beauty and you.
Let go of questions, of any assessment.
Lift an arm and stand, if you are not
Already standing. Become a little stooped
And stop any eruptive force.
Breath, sigh, and sink your body
Into self-remembering,
Transmuting silence in X
Xpanding.
Also by Fraleigh-
Night Rider
Fierce, she is riding
at dusk in the desert, on
sands that are glowing with pink.
Blood-red, the sun colors her horse
in its pounding, her
robes a swirl in the ink.
How amber her skin on the
blurry horizon, soft as
dew being born.
She is riding on breath in a
pathless land, she is riding
and riding, toward dawn.
The voices of air
and the natural elements
pass her like water in waves.
As over the mystery
she gallops and glides, pausing
to drink and to bathe.
In various shapes
we discern her arriving,
as jackals speak, and they name.
Here, then, the land
without lords, without masters,
just friends of the night and the pain.
We slide lower
to
dance
our awkward dance
conjuring
Urban country-dance,
the depth, elegance, and calm swallows
of our sadness.
As beneath gesticulates,
shapes of shadows and paradise,
the sun and moon pools in one hand.
Words by Sondra Fraleigh are an exploration of the limbic brain, the emotional brain explained in terms of neuroscience and psychiatry. Here we find that emotional maturity is not synonymous with emotional restraint; rather, it grows through love and nurture. The brain's ancient emotional architecture permeates the dance of life. All mammals have developed a capacity for relationships through the limbic system, an aspect of the evolutionary nature of mammals. The open loop of "limbic resonance" and "limbic revision" allows us to bond with our family, with pets, friends, and lovers. It is also the basis for implicit memory, the hazy dance informing bone and gesture, bodily repetition and habit. The limbic system allows us to tune our nature to the larger scheme of nature.
DANCING X
Pick your favorite music.
In the manner of your absorption,
Let it be uncultured.
Resonate its anatomy.
Untransplantable tone
Hijacking language,
Turn it off, and lie down.
Drop down into silence.
X yourself. . . .
Fall into limbo (as you are),
And lose yourself, Xing.
How did history come to acquire
This blind spot
And never find a remedy?
X yourself. . . . Then begin
To pay attention to your breath.
X your name,
And leave behind no documents.
For an answer, one could start with those
Cuts and stitches, those cobbled together
Scars that fit so comfortably.
Now begin- from the the unguessed place
Of non-sense. Let the dance emerge freely
As it will, and follow its path: through
Silence to sound threading back.
The corpus of history in your bones,
The celebrations of the body
Embedded in the world of you.
What sound did you hear?
Remember if you can,
And if you can't, silence the effort.
Resist explanation.
Mythology and religion
Returning the real of your dance
With plenitude.
Repeat and surrender
The fretful framework
Listen to your heart
Move
In tertiary- of nature
Beauty and you.
Let go of questions, of any assessment.
Lift an arm and stand, if you are not
Already standing. Become a little stooped
And stop any eruptive force.
Breath, sigh, and sink your body
Into self-remembering,
Transmuting silence in X
Xpanding.
Also by Fraleigh-
Night Rider
Fierce, she is riding
at dusk in the desert, on
sands that are glowing with pink.
Blood-red, the sun colors her horse
in its pounding, her
robes a swirl in the ink.
How amber her skin on the
blurry horizon, soft as
dew being born.
She is riding on breath in a
pathless land, she is riding
and riding, toward dawn.
The voices of air
and the natural elements
pass her like water in waves.
As over the mystery
she gallops and glides, pausing
to drink and to bathe.
In various shapes
we discern her arriving,
as jackals speak, and they name.
Here, then, the land
without lords, without masters,
just friends of the night and the pain.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Its all about the double bounce!
I learned a lot from jumping with a friend last night- I learned how to absorb the pounce, spring loaded throttle, without bending my knees (too much), nor dropping to my ass in fear. And well, I nearly flew!
Holy shit- double back flips-
Okay, okay, play time is calling, once again.
And a wicked ride-
Speaking of which, I rode up & around Mt Tamalpais yesteryonder...I had the guttural feeling of anxiety as I'd descend more than "planned", in order to get to the top. All went fantastically well though, and today I am riding to Stinson. 'Nother long journey on my horizon.
But first, lets jump.
Then run.
Then ride.
Then it's party time- Good folks are coming over for festivus!!!
Yeeeeeooooooooww. MEOW.
I learned a lot from jumping with a friend last night- I learned how to absorb the pounce, spring loaded throttle, without bending my knees (too much), nor dropping to my ass in fear. And well, I nearly flew!
Holy shit- double back flips-
Okay, okay, play time is calling, once again.
And a wicked ride-
Speaking of which, I rode up & around Mt Tamalpais yesteryonder...I had the guttural feeling of anxiety as I'd descend more than "planned", in order to get to the top. All went fantastically well though, and today I am riding to Stinson. 'Nother long journey on my horizon.
But first, lets jump.
Then run.
Then ride.
Then it's party time- Good folks are coming over for festivus!!!
Yeeeeeooooooooww. MEOW.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Would a 15 yr old (bike snob) care if I rode one of his bicycles? Specifically the shiny fixed gear? I am dying to try the wheels out.
Speaking of which, what a phenomena it is that the 74 yr young dad (and 60? yr yng mom) support their son in having almost ANY life affirming resource, so long as it keeps their kid off drugs. This is what I've heard, and think it's somewhat creditable. He already plays 3 musical instruments, is a talented surfer/biker/gymnast/skater, and probably quite SMART. Like parents, like child.
This is silly. SO SLEEP I SAY, and dream I must, b/c last night, I woke up at 3am with MLK's "The Urgency of Now" speech and ...
Speaking of which, what a phenomena it is that the 74 yr young dad (and 60? yr yng mom) support their son in having almost ANY life affirming resource, so long as it keeps their kid off drugs. This is what I've heard, and think it's somewhat creditable. He already plays 3 musical instruments, is a talented surfer/biker/gymnast/skater, and probably quite SMART. Like parents, like child.
This is silly. SO SLEEP I SAY, and dream I must, b/c last night, I woke up at 3am with MLK's "The Urgency of Now" speech and ...
Monday, June 16, 2008
A flat tire stopped me in my tracks, and unwilling to leave this fairyland to drive to a shop, I opted for trail running (didn't even fathom the fixie). I know I'll want to ride tomorrow, and well, I am putting $ on a tubefairy showing up while I sleep, heck, maybe s/he'll even change it!
Anyways, Alio, Lucky-dog and I had a kick ass day. We roamed the hills both sun up and sunset, soaked in the tub- sun up and sun down, jumped every other hour & read intermittently.
More to come. So much more, much less more, b/c less is more, when there's photos galore.
SF looks socked in- suckas.
I am youthful. So, who wants to participate in a trampoline off? I got flips, flops, halts & drops.
Let alone I started practicing handstands, then The Ball rolled out & all balance broke loose!
Read, write, soak up the sun! Phenomenological studies of gravity & delightenment!
Anyways, Alio, Lucky-dog and I had a kick ass day. We roamed the hills both sun up and sunset, soaked in the tub- sun up and sun down, jumped every other hour & read intermittently.
More to come. So much more, much less more, b/c less is more, when there's photos galore.
SF looks socked in- suckas.
I am youthful. So, who wants to participate in a trampoline off? I got flips, flops, halts & drops.Let alone I started practicing handstands, then The Ball rolled out & all balance broke loose!
Read, write, soak up the sun! Phenomenological studies of gravity & delightenment!
Sunday, June 15, 2008
All done. I closed a couple aspects of life, and here I sit- At Donnie's!
Where now, I've jumped and flipped, and played till I was gasping for stillness. Is this for real?
Just driving up the Marin Headlands, I was ecstatic with all the people riding their bicycles!
I think I am gonna have the best day of my life tomorrow.
It begins with flossing.
Then yoga.
Followed by seriously good food.
And reading even better books (this is my dream library).
Changing outfits/attitudes/energy,
maybe I'll jump for a wee bit-
Or hang on the rings, trapeze & slackline.
Then onto a goddess given bike ride. But NOT on this-
To the hills, where I'll let my imagination dance, while I breath the Redwoods in and smile at tenacious ppl. Let me say it again, riding bicycles (especially while house sitting at your professors in Mill Valley) is radical. And, I do what I can, stopping to stretch...
Which is how I make friends.
Eventually returning home for dinner and jajajaja
'nother puuurrrrfect day on the horizon.
Where now, I've jumped and flipped, and played till I was gasping for stillness. Is this for real?
Just driving up the Marin Headlands, I was ecstatic with all the people riding their bicycles!
I think I am gonna have the best day of my life tomorrow.
It begins with flossing.
Then yoga.
Followed by seriously good food.
And reading even better books (this is my dream library).
Changing outfits/attitudes/energy,
maybe I'll jump for a wee bit-Or hang on the rings, trapeze & slackline.
Then onto a goddess given bike ride. But NOT on this-
To the hills, where I'll let my imagination dance, while I breath the Redwoods in and smile at tenacious ppl. Let me say it again, riding bicycles (especially while house sitting at your professors in Mill Valley) is radical. And, I do what I can, stopping to stretch...
Which is how I make friends.
Eventually returning home for dinner and jajajaja
'nother puuurrrrfect day on the horizon.
Friday, June 13, 2008
"I like to live in the sound of water,
in the feel of mountain air. A sharp
reminder hits me: this world is still alive;
it stretches out there shivering toward its own
creation, and I'm a part of it. Even my breathing
enters into an elaborate give-and-take,
this bowing to sun and moon, day or night,
winter, summer, storm, still –- this tranquil
chaos that seems to be going somewhere.
This wilderness with a great peacefulness in it.
This motionless turmoil, this everything dance."
- William Stafford, "Time for Serenity, Anyone?"
from the book *Even in Quiet Places*
Barbara Ehrenreich just wrote a book about ecstatic dance called, Dancing In the Streets, A History of Collective Joy, where she calls for people to:
“reclaim our distinctively human heritage as creatures who generate their own ecstatic pleasures out of music, color, feasting, and dance . . . There is no 'point' to it -- no religious overtones, ideological message, or money to be made -- just the chance, which we need much more of on this crowded planet, to acknowledge the miracle of our simultaneous existence with some sort of celebration."
David Abram reminds us in The Spell of the Sensuous: “The senses are what is most wild in us — capacities that we share, in some manner, not only with other primates but with most other entities in the living landscape, from earthworms to eagles.”
in the feel of mountain air. A sharp
reminder hits me: this world is still alive;
it stretches out there shivering toward its own
creation, and I'm a part of it. Even my breathing
enters into an elaborate give-and-take,
this bowing to sun and moon, day or night,
winter, summer, storm, still –- this tranquil
chaos that seems to be going somewhere.
This wilderness with a great peacefulness in it.
This motionless turmoil, this everything dance."
- William Stafford, "Time for Serenity, Anyone?"
from the book *Even in Quiet Places*
Barbara Ehrenreich just wrote a book about ecstatic dance called, Dancing In the Streets, A History of Collective Joy, where she calls for people to:
“reclaim our distinctively human heritage as creatures who generate their own ecstatic pleasures out of music, color, feasting, and dance . . . There is no 'point' to it -- no religious overtones, ideological message, or money to be made -- just the chance, which we need much more of on this crowded planet, to acknowledge the miracle of our simultaneous existence with some sort of celebration."
David Abram reminds us in The Spell of the Sensuous: “The senses are what is most wild in us — capacities that we share, in some manner, not only with other primates but with most other entities in the living landscape, from earthworms to eagles.”
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Sunday, June 08, 2008
Peaks and Valleys.
Oh joy-
Photo shoots w/makeup, hair and outfit crew.
Leavenworth; to climb w/ex-Yosemite peeps, then "Bike & Brew".
Familiar faces, inspirational places.
I feel like a lady loved.
Outside Love.
Thank You.
I am in Leavy- and well, it feels like home. There's a whole lotta Red here, but there's also climbing, biking, gardening, kayaking, and good friends. Yesterday knocked my socks off;
granite cracks, country dogs, bicycle races, free music & beer...
So much has come forth in the last couple of days, that I am surprised and stoked. Once again enLIGHTenment has been shed and I am absorbing it, ahhhhhhhh.
My gay boy friend arrives tonight & soon enough, we're off to SF. He offered an all expenses paid roadtrip, so long as we pick up his boyfriend in Portland. After that jaunt, Angela, Alison and I are house sitting for my professor (for 10 days), at a beetchin' place on Mt Tamalpais, equipped w/an Olympic sized trampoline, hot tub, and hundreds of miles to ride! Besides the fact that I am a much better yogi than rock climber right now, I am taking part in opportunities that shine. As for today, I'm heading up to the Pearly Gates. Yesterday's laps chewed at my delicate hands, but brought me glorious thoughts, and today, I want aesthetic views! Speaking of views, there were a lot of boys last night and it was fun w/the late night rides, bon fire & boot scootin' dancing!
Oh joy-
Photo shoots w/makeup, hair and outfit crew.
Leavenworth; to climb w/ex-Yosemite peeps, then "Bike & Brew".
Familiar faces, inspirational places.
I feel like a lady loved.
Outside Love.
Thank You.
I am in Leavy- and well, it feels like home. There's a whole lotta Red here, but there's also climbing, biking, gardening, kayaking, and good friends. Yesterday knocked my socks off;
granite cracks, country dogs, bicycle races, free music & beer...
So much has come forth in the last couple of days, that I am surprised and stoked. Once again enLIGHTenment has been shed and I am absorbing it, ahhhhhhhh.
My gay boy friend arrives tonight & soon enough, we're off to SF. He offered an all expenses paid roadtrip, so long as we pick up his boyfriend in Portland. After that jaunt, Angela, Alison and I are house sitting for my professor (for 10 days), at a beetchin' place on Mt Tamalpais, equipped w/an Olympic sized trampoline, hot tub, and hundreds of miles to ride! Besides the fact that I am a much better yogi than rock climber right now, I am taking part in opportunities that shine. As for today, I'm heading up to the Pearly Gates. Yesterday's laps chewed at my delicate hands, but brought me glorious thoughts, and today, I want aesthetic views! Speaking of views, there were a lot of boys last night and it was fun w/the late night rides, bon fire & boot scootin' dancing!
Sunday, June 01, 2008
Oh my gosh. I love these people and WE GET DOWN. Today was the last day of the Advanced Teacher Training- however we get one last practice with Ana mama Forrest tomorrow morning (at 5am, phew)! I've known some of these girls for 3+ years, aannd it's always a pleasure to reconnect. Hot damn, life is goooooood. I am a healer amongst many, and honor each person's process. HO!
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