Monthly Archives: March 2012

nelson now

Today I visited a farm that has an active, heart-centered rescue program  as well as a training program for area kids. The daughter of the director told me about a competition for training wild Mustangs: 90 days to get the horse from wild to being under saddle.  The young woman is a consummate, compassionate horsewoman.  Nevertheless, that made my stomach lurch.

Here is why.  This month marks a year that I have been working with Nelson.  When I met Nelson, he was pretty wild, but not just-off-the-plains wild.  He had been living at a sanctuary for several years.  He was not able to be handled, but he was not climbing the fences either.  What I am most proud of during this year is not the big strides that Nelson has made in terms of being able to be handled, being calm, being groomed, able to take direction, or any of those training goals that we have accomplished.

I am most proud that at no time  have I done anything that was against the horse.  I never forced him, never frightened him.  And I never gave up.  I never got angry.  It is not that I have never gotten angry at a horse.  I have.  I am not proud of those moments – usually when I am riding.  But with Nelson, I never went there.  I knew that I would lose him, and because I am not holding him with ropes or reins, losing him was always on my mind.  And in not losing him, I also did not lose myself.

As a result, my most joyful time with a horse is not with my own horses but with Nelson.  The difference is that here is more being with Nelson than doing.  I am not readying him for riding, or competition, or any human use.  I am learning his language.  He is learning mine.  My intention is that he feel safe, can be calm with a human, and can have an ongoing, friendly relationship.  Remember that because he is a stallion, Nelson lives alone, apart from other horses, in his big field.

Being able to work this way is a luxury, I understand.  Sometimes, things have to happen faster.  But that is not the way that I want to work with him, or any horse for that matter. Or my children.  Or myself.  More being, less doing across the board.

SHARE & EMAIL

a reminder: workshop this weekend!

MOVEMENT FOUNDRY presents

COOKBOOK FOR THE BONEHOUSE

an improvisation workshop for dancers and performing artists

 

with PAULA JOSA-JONES, MA, CMA, RSME/T

 

SUNDAYS, March 25th & April 1st,  3:00 pm – 5:00 pm

The Dance Complex, 536 Mass Ave. Cambridge 02139

 A two-day workshop that takes a playful and strategic approach to movement, voice and performance.  I have developed a “cookbook” of wild play “recipes”  to challenge and focus dancers and performing artists.

The cookbook includes:

  • development of personal kinetic imagery
  • the power of stillness
  • the palette of dynamic space
  • internal phrasing
  • initiation
  • shape shifting
  • listening and responding
  • A Thousand Voices  -a “chunking down” practice that brings greater clarity and differentiation to the body .

COST
$30 for both classes / $18 a la carte

HOW TO REGISTER
Please email movementfoundry@gmail.com to reserve your spot.

PLEASE NOTE
Participants interested in taking both classes will be given registration preference.
Maximum capacity: 22 students per class

FOR MORE INFORMATION VISIT
WWW.MOVEMENTFOUNDRY.YOLASITE.COM

spring

Even though much of the Northeastern winter felt like spring, I am joyful to welcome the season.  Today we drove into Boston to see our wonderful dentist, to shop at Whole Foods and to eat chocolate cake at Burdick’s in Harvard Square. A perfect way to welcome the season.

The spring this year feels different – fuller, more intensely pregnant with possibility, understanding and delight.  I know that a large part of that is the deep pleasure that I find in writing daily, in sharing it here.

And I have a wish.  Please share your comments.  I welcome the dialogue, the conversation, the relationship.  That is one of the gifts of the digital community:  gifts blooming from unexpected corners.

heart of stone

 

Love is about bottomless empathy, born our of the heart’s revelation that another person is every bit as real as you are.  And this why love, as I understand it, is always specific.  Trying to love all of humanity may be a worthy endeavor, but, in a funny way, it keeps the focus on the self, on the self’s own moral or spiritual well-being.  Whereas, to love a specific person, and to identify with his or her struggles and joys as if they were your own, you have to surrender some of your self.  When you stay in your room and rage or sneer or shrug your shoulders, as I did for many years, the world and its problems are impossibly daunting.  But when you go our and put yourself in real relation to real people, or even just real animals, there’s a very real danger that you might love some of them.  And who knows what might happen to you then?

Jonathan Franzen, “Liking is for Cowards.  Go for What Hurts,” New York Times, Sunday, May 29, 2011.