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