Join us in May, teachers, parents, dancers, poets, artists, thinkers, entrepreneurs, and anyone else who is ready to rediscover their open, curious, playful self . For details and registration, check it out here: Muck and Gold.
8 -12 year olds join us to explore our springy world - plants, insects, mud, breezes and more through dance, science and art! Check it out: here: muckandgold.com
We had a great time mucking around. Thanks to friends and family who came out to play with us. I found some nuggets for a new piece, for sure! And if you want to join us, come to our next show.
As much as we like to search for that pot o' or show off a few nuggets of that gold, we really are full of muck - heavy, gloppy, sticky, stinky muck. Whether it's physical or psychological, we all have it. I have been hanging around in it for the past 5 or so years. Some of us like to hide it, deny it exists and some can't keep it from oozing out of them (me). But listen, roots don't grow without a nutrient rich muck, right? And I do know that when I create, for me that is going into a studio and moving, my muck creates - vibrates, gurgles. And the wholeness feeling that I want so much, just happens. Thanks to hanging out with my muck. And of course, music is always present. Right now, Ezra Furman’s Wobbly is stirring my primordial soup up just fine.
So, maybe you are now thinking, what the hell is she talking about, what is she offering here? I can’t tell you but your body can. In fact our bodies have been dying to talk with us but we have been too busy listening to our isolated albeit cute furry headed thoughts. The body’s language is sensation and if we pay attention we can learn and create from our conversation with it. So, try one of my classes where luscious music and movement will wake up your mucky roots and start feeding your (home)body again (it did it just fine when you were a baby.) Or come see a performance where perhaps by the end of it you might like your muck as much as I like mine.