Monthly Archives: January 2014

diving in

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I remember my first session of Authentic Movement.  Dropping into the vast stillness and finding there eruption a commotion, a chaos, a disturbance of movement.  Sometimes it was stillness like lying at the bottom of the sea -dark and empty –  no sound, no sight.

Other times, the movement was irresistible, scary, intoxicating. Wild ropes of movement woven like ganglia into the spaces between the cells, knitted into the ligaments, sewn into the fibers of muscle, soaked into the bones to the marrow.  Movement like the capaill uisce – the ferocious water horses in The Scorpio Races – that will rise our of the depths and devour you whole; pull you down to the sea floor and leave you dismembered.  Other times, the movement could be exquisitely tender, delicate, sensuous .

Over the twenty-five or so years that I have been practicing and teaching Authentic Movement, I have found no other way of opening to source, to grounding inspiration in the body that is so simple and profound. I come back to it time and again because it keeps me honest, tethers inner to outer, opens me to the unexpected.

I work with individuals and also teach workshops.  To learn more or schedule a session, Email Paula.

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breath and gesture

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I spent a part of yesterday doing Authentic Movement with my friend, dancer Pamela Newell.  In Authentic Movement, the mover closes their eyes, and in the presence of a witness, “waits to be moved” by whatever impulse is arising in the body.  There is no expectation or preference for a particular kind of movement.  The witness is a container for the experience of the mover, and follows their own images and bodily experiences as they arise.

In my experience, there is nothing like this practice.   You never quite know what kind of wind is blowing, where it will come from or where it will take you.  Yesterday, at one moment, my fingers felt gossamer, transparent, light as moth’s wings, and in another moment, my arm stretched out for minutes like an iron bar seeking heat.  There are no stories that need be told or interpreted, only one moment linked to another by breath and the body.

This spring I will be offering several workshops.  If you would like to host a workshop in your community, contact me here:   Email Paula

where I’ll be

veduta Bogliasco

The Bogliasco Foundation in Italy has generously offered me a one month fellowship during time which I will be making new dance work.  Pam will join me for the last two weeks.  We are collaborating on still and moving images that will become part of the film that opens my new dance The Traveler.  I will also be diving into Beast, gorgeously costumed by my long time collaborator, Christine Joly de Lotbinnere.

Preparations are daunting.  How many books, how much stuff?  Send ahead, carry with me?  How warm?  How cool?  Actually, I know that it is mostly in the 50’s there now which seems balmy by comparison.  No swimming, but definitely some beach walking.

I am excited and honored.  I will be sharing and posting from Bogliasco and surrounds both about the place and my process and what it feels like to dive into new work in this sheltered, supported way.

I will miss my ponies, dogs and cats, and they will miss me, especially Mamacita, the feral mommy of Precious and Obadiah, who we feed and house outside, and who, after four skittish years, has decided that being petted is the bomb!  If my experience of travels all over the world from Nepal to Barbados is any indication, the kitties will find me. . .