In praise of containment, community and dwelling in time.

Each week defiant, dynamic dances emerge have their being and depart

It’s enough in and of itself , sharing the dance between us creating and communicating, watching, witnessing, wondering

Every week we amaze ourselves , within this now sacred time and space- such an unlikely proposition a quiet revolution, one that does not clamour for attention or demand to be noticed in these ego fuelled times.

We turn up , together we turn to the moment. and turn to the movement within

Like our public happenings we arrive without dramatic insistence or specialism , without the “cute” or “argh bless” generic associations of older people dancing.

We continue to be a radical alternative to the spraying of every moment via social media. We often discuss how connected we feel by this immersion in embodied , felt time. How so many visitors who come and share the moment with us speak of the experience in such revered terms and yet…and yet it is in essence a reminder of what we collectively forgot.

In the external disembodied sharing of each moment via social media , what we are eating, thinking, doing …….we forgot how empty and disconnected this might make us feel. All of this endless out pouring leaves a space to be filled, we need a balm to soothe us from the inside .More and more we are coming to realise that this is what our dancing time offers us.

Each Friday morning we are at peace with ourselves, with each other ,we are at peace with all that is passing…..this last month being particularly marked by births and deaths and all is held in our moving together.

The more you go in the more effective your outpouring/giving self can be and the more truly responsive you can be. As ever its a sense of balance

The root of compassion is compassion for oneself - Pema Chodron