'Truth' . . .
. . . is deeply personal these days. For me, it only gets a capital letter when it’s at the beginning of a sentence, for who knows anything beyond what we can actually see, hear, touch?
Faced with a thousand questions, dilemmas and profound challenges, maybe the best solution is to let go of grasping for solutions. To relax into the experience of not knowing, and trust the organic process of being alive to lead us right where we need to go.
So with the awareness that nothing is certain and I could be completely mistaken, here are some reflections from a few decades of using embodiment practices to make my way through life.
Maybe my perception of what’s true will have some resonance with you. I hope so. Please do comment if you’re moved to.
Wishing you well,
So much has changed in my work and world that I’d like to give you a catch-up, particularly for if you’re interested in training with ZeroOne, but also just if you’ve been following my work.
Let’s go back a bit.
What? How? When? WHAT are you struggling with? HOW can movement help? WHEN is the right time for something other than movement? This is the recording from the recent Q&A session on movement practice. Some interesting themes came out...
“Energy flows where attention goes” is a profound piece of wisdom, handed down from the Hawaiian Kahuna lineage. But understanding what to do with that is subtle. A blunt reading of it would conclude that the best course of action is then to pay attention to everything that is ‘positive’ and healthy, and what we desire to experience. The light.
When I first started using dance as a practice, I had already been sitting in meditation an hour a day for years, so it came naturally to me to do the same with movement. Almost religiously, I would clear aside an hour a day to dance. Then one day, I got the clear sense that today’s ‘lesson’ was not to practice at all. Rather shocked...
At times these days, I feel a psychological pressure, deeply personal to things going on in my life, yet at the same time ‘in the field’. The whole atmosphere on earth feels pressured. Yesterday, it got to me. I became so heated that I had to drive out somewhere wild...
This morning, I needed to use my voice. Loudly. I could feel it as soon as I woke up, so I hiked up onto the moors far away from any houses where I could shout my head off whilst dancing like a maniac. I don't need...