Dancemeditation - the 3 hour session 8.9.08

I felt that I did nothing. I put the music together, showed up, began the opening sequence and the rest just ...happened.

Five women, all open to the experience and just...open.

The room's energy thickened quickly and while it was not a 'poppy' or 'fire-cracker' energy, I knew we were heading someplace deep.

Three hours flew. It always does. When we begin, I never feel that we're going to make it through the whole session, but momentum has a way of dragging us all into and through whether we want to or not.

Our witness dancing was group on group veils. Making shapes with the body while the veil just is. I didn't participate, but watched. Here are my brief writings for the two groups:

• Dancemeditation, witnessing - Their movements opened me in some strange way. Their slow, sometimes sudden movements seemed spacious and inviting, playful and austere all at the same time. I loved seeing Sheryl so thoughtful and slow in her movements as though she seems to be tapping into her depths. Janice was beautifully playful and I felt her energies as she alternately moved from the floor to standing, constantly drawing the veil over her head - I felt that drawing the veil over. I loved witnessing for them and feeling the time shift as though so much more had happened in such a small amount of time. Luscious spaces, enveloping my soul, inviting the depth and lengthening of breath. Speaking to my insides from God. Watching the second group's movements was no less engaging and consuming than the first's. Jamie, Ashley and Jennifer were all 'There'. Ashley's energies and shapes seemed born of some deep aesthetic, long, open lines pointing to and originating from a deep center. Jennifer, playful, seemed to experiment, all the while following her inner child to make shapes she wasn't always comfortable in or with and sometimes changing shape quickly. Jamie gradually and eventually fell into her own movements, still some sense of hesitation but ultimately drawing from within and tapping into her stillness.

By the end of session there was the distinct absence of an oppressive weight; something we had each carried into session with us, but which had thankfully been lifted and transmuted.