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.