
Stories from the Heart
Using vivid language, poetry comes alive in participatory Movement and writing exercises .As we try and discover the “ tools of moving with writing,” we can create original poems, building on the use of the five senses, figurative language, use of color, imagination, observation, wishes, lies and dreams. We encourage you to read your moving poetry aloud in each class, giving you also the practice for public speaking.
All of our stories invite us to discover a deeper connection with ourselves , with others and with the natural world. Themes such as learning from our elders, depending on each other, being grateful and building peace are explored through journal writing, movement etc... Contact Us
"Even your own arms, deep inside your body feel foreign to you, feel that they do not belong to you. Here lies an important secret. Butoh's radical essence is hidden here." - Tatsumi Hijikata
Dance is poetic whispering of the soul through movement
Naked raw sensation into primal sob-sound, into dance,
Letting my bones support the chaos tearing apart my heart
so it can open into the oceanic unknown.
Letting myself endure the burn of Ending with you
Who I am with you
Dreams of parenthood with you
My life as it was with you and might have been
and will never be the same again.
I release you,
I know that it is time.
Turner
The Journey
One day you finally knew,
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice --
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do --
determined to save
the only life you could save.
~ Mary Oliver ~