Move, Dance, Pray

If every day is an opportunity to meet the spirit, and our movements through the day are our prayer, are we beckoning, hiding, pushing away or inviting? How do we meet the day?
Bonjour day! Good day! Aloha! Or: “Oh crap! I gotta do this, or I gotta do that. Can’t wait until that’s over.”
Reshad Feild, one of my amazing life teachers, greets every day as he puts his feet on the floor by asking, “May I be allowed to be of service?” And that is his work for the day. Makes life simple, but it’s the hardest work in the world. Stay alert, be present, open to receive Life’s calling. Whatever needs to be done is our next move. The world is waiting for someone to help. When I am conscious and humble enough to ask that question sincerely, my day is filled with a different quality than when I awaken with my list. I’m waiting, questioning, observing. How can I help, what is right in front of me that needs attention. Not what can I do to cross off my endless list. I am listless but in a good way.

The Book's Journey Begins

Well, this is a daunting task. I sit here with my book beside me and realize that not a thing will happen with it unless I make it happen. I decided to self publish for three reasons:
1) I did not have the patience to wait to find an agent, who would then try to find a publisher, who would then put it on their list to print at least a year after that.
2) I do my research. Publishing companies do not put money into publicising their authors anymore unless they are already big time and can promise to bring in the big bucks. Thousands of new books are published each year and new authors are warned that they will have to drive their own sales and still expect to sell very few books.
3) This book is my life’s work and I wanted to be
able to do with is what I wanted. I’m a gal with a
plan. I don’t want to just be able to say I am an
author. I want to continue to teach these ideas to a
larger audience. I want to travel and share. I am
already writing a companion volume and also working
on a new book.
This blog will follow the journey of this book out to the world.

My Mission

So now I have a new life to introduce to the world–a story to share–precious information that was imparted to me that changed my life. My mission in life is to usher others into the world of Beauty and Love. To set up a light in the darkness, that we all may walk through the doorway to Ecstasy and share our radiance with the world. I’ve been teaching dance for 23 years with this intention. Now through the book and this blog, I venture forth to a larger audience. I hope you will help me by buying and reading my book, sharing it with your friends, visiting me on my website, responding to this blog. There are so many things I am interested in exploring: our experiences in dance, performance, teaching, the creative process, mystical and spiritual encounters inspired through dance. I will write about my experiences, ask you questions, and wait eagerly for your response. I am looking for my larger tribe, the messengers of Beauty. Let’s talk!

My Book is Born

This blog is born on the same day as my book DOORWAY TO ECSTASY: A Dancer’s Initiation. It begins a new path on my way through this fantasmagorical journey called Life. The priority mail package, with my book fresh from the printer, lay propped up against my door on this Friday afternoon when I got home. I almost couldn’t catch my breath, I carried it in carefully as if it would break if I dropped it. After all the work that was basically under my control, I had let it go to the printer, hopeful that it would look the way I’d imagined for so long. Now, hoping I wouldn’t be disappointed, I pulled the tab to open the package and peaked in. The baby lay still in the dark. I coaxed it gently out into the light of day. I was looking at a jewel. The colors literally glowed on their sleek black background. I checked the spine, beautiful with it’s stacked rainbow letters. I turned it over to see that the baby had all it’s fingers and toes. I rubbed it’s back, a cry of life escaped, was it the book or me?