Dancing for Change: The Role of the Body in Creative Community Resilience
My questions are these: How can we make a difference? How can we embody systemic change at a local level? How do we not burn out? How...
Waking Up in my body...and the Coming of Spring
Sounds waft through the walls and windows Air touches my skin The bitter, earthy taste of coffee awakens my mouth Breath comes in, and...
For Vera, on my 34th birthday
The ancestral journey is not glamorous. It is slow. It is hard. It is elusive and mysterious. It is rainy and cold, and full of crumbling...
On Belonging
Recently, I received official notification that the decision has been made to grant me citizenship in Latvia. I have a number. I am a...
Ancestral Healing & Courage in the Line of Fire
I am the one who is preparing for battle. I am the one who learns from the children. I am the one who is balancing strength and joy. I am...
Singing, medicine wheels, and the Initiated Adult
Singing is vulnerable. Singing is an expression of the mythopoetic stirrings deep within. The archetypal and personal experience of...
Poetry for the Frozen Soul: Thawing the Human Spirit
PRAYERS FROM THE HEART OF WINTER Body, cold Heart, where are you Grief, buried deep Sisters, hear me. Snow, falling Words, failing Tears,...
Crossing the Threshold: Dreams to wake us up
Writers are always talking about waiting for the Muse. Well, today my muse came in the form of a strange dream about an old job and an...
This is why I dance
I come to the dance floor to figure it out without having to figure it out. I’ve been in conversation recently with dancers and...
Yoga and Permaculture in Practice
I'm laying on my back with my knees bent, right leg crossed over left, pulling with my right knee to coerce my lower body to twist to the...
