Thursday, May 13, 2021

healing through dance

 Healing through Dance

Laurie Corzett
 
La danse, c'est le mouvement, et le mouvement, c'est la vie.
("Dance is movement, and movement is life.")
--Ludmilla Chiriaeff (Founder, Les Grands Ballets
Canadiens)
 
What is is about dancing, in a group, with an intimate other, or
alone, that can give us that mystical rush and promote wellness on so
many levels? Is it the pre-cognitive memory of the rhythm of the
heartbeat keeping us safe? Is it the emotional-spiritual connection
to the natural world we feel when moving pleasurably in our animal
body? Is it some atavistic source of healing from our primal days?
This is my quest -- to discover the healing properties of dance and
how to best use and promote this simplest and most profound gift of
our physical being.
 
Throughout our history, dancing has functioned as a healing and
balancing component, a form of social communication and transcendent
spiritual ritual. Though patterns and forms vary, expressive
rhythmic movement is a very basic means of relieving emotional
tension and has from the beginning been associated with religious
ritual and healing. We celebrate by dancing at weddings and
festivals, and join others in dance as the quintessential romantic
experience. Dancing alone, feeling the rhythmic sway and getting in
touch with the extension and contraction of muscles in a pleasurable
context, is uplifting, healing. Dancing definitely helps to bring up
my mood and promote more sane reflection. When I can get so caught up
in the dance that I no longer feel separate from the music and can
move within it, it seems to free something very profound within me.
 
I have been working with dance as a self-healing resource and looking
intuitively and through on-line research to open my knowledge and
understanding into the possibilities and realities of healing through dance.
 
My work is based on the intuitive feeling I have been developing
for quite some time about dance. There is something very primal,
very basic in regard to our species and dance, involving healing
in the holistic sense and the intrinsic energies of life/form/time.
In every culture there has been an emphasis on dance in not only entertainment,
but as a healing force. And, then, entertainment is of course part of
healing and cultural unity.
 
In my search I am finding a wide variety of healing modalities,
spiritual activities and holistic therapies based on our natural
expression of energies through dance, as well as community and
individual art projects promoting creativity and wholeness.

Saturday, January 2, 2021

January '21

 JANUARY

 
 
Emotionally digesting holiday mayhem.
Stuff stuffed down.
People so sad, and angry.
Angry to be so sad,
watching their lives seep down
some irrevocable hole.
It was supposed to be better.
Supposing life face drowning in
sweet, lush flowers, flopping back
to watch movies in the clouds.
Angels and wizards and clowns
smile simply, wave past.
Grown up at last,
equipped with legitimating ID
to enter the grown-up places
— where is the promise?
“When you get older you will understand.”
No reward of freedom for following the rules;
after endless stringent days in schools,
no wisdom to replace those wasted years.
Fragmented by fear and aggravation,
ambition and futility,
unable to command fluidity into
structured bones, or the wage
to repay required loans.
Conversation always turns to want,
to depression of what was meant to be.
The burden, not a gift,
weight of a world awaiting revelation.
Wasn’t it enough, the sky snow bright
one Winter night
out in a world alive in celebration?
Breathing clear crystal cold,
warmed by deep blood flow
under our skin.
 
 
 
1/1
 
 
Whose prophecy is worthy to invest our hearts, hands, minds?
If our world makes a circle — no end or beginning —
may we slip between a then and now?
The weight of the world
The sadness of oceans
The endless pain of life a’borning
This is a year of prophecy.
Abandon hope all who enter,
oracular oratory sings
through collective inner ear.
Remember reason. Remember Preacher.
Fall into whispered memory,
the best of scenes in dreams, in ether.
No time left for hope.
It’s do or die unsung.
One scene at a time.
 
 
 
New Year Prayer
 
 
Let go
Feel the caressing beauty
Let it Be
I allow, opening
to effervescent imagery
Shimmery waves of
sound, light, scent, texture
lifting my essence
I allow
in reverie, in grace
Bursting through
a stale chrysalis
Feeling
ecstasy
in the beating
of my wings
 
 
 
Prologue
 
 
Sun and Moon embrace
as one
for brief eternity
all mystery within
 
Black and White
create gradation
radiate kinetic energy
We can achieve
believe, begin, begin, begin
 
Gardeners, planting flowers,
planting food,
planting souls in
nurturing soil
 
Healers
perceiving wounds
to be sewn
relieving loneliness
revealing pain
held in, denied
twisting ardent toil
 
Teachers
admiring their wards
finding with them
questions, keys and doors;
realizing history is only destiny
when explorations cease;
invitations from space and time
come complete
with choices
 
A choir of voices
from softest spark
to fervent blaze
Troops of effervescent players
Symphonies,
drums at dawn
Inspiration and instruction
carried forth through song and stage
vibrant murals painting onward age to age
Taking up the challenge of the tale
that twists, turns, meanders
providing kaleidoscopic opportunity
ever to begin again
 
 
 
 
RINGING THE CHANGES
 
 
 welcome to another year,
spiral voyage around this plane
yet one more touchstone day
to feel the depth of time
 
 
Echo after light, Sun lapsed into peaceful lull.
Quiet of new dusting; cold blanket edges trees, roofs, road.
Gentle twilight, before revelers’ night, before frieze of laughter,
bubbling spirits, high hats, beaming, desperate to ignite,
to touch ice to ice and become.
New Year searches forward, blind drunken eyes behind,
leaking distilled tears denied.  We are jolly good one and all.
Ballads, broken lyrics, misremembered, misunderstood;
gladly clapping hand against back, strapping together to
keep upright, sloshing through traffic mottled snow
slipping together, sliding to raucous tune,
old fools’ show, commemorative legends to pull out over
brandy and fire.
Resolutions and revelations.
Mesmerized, shimmering glass, sparking visions.
Clean star twinkles ask not, glory in terpsichore.
No written lines obscure hope’s sky, open beyond horizon’s
misty expanse rolling into sea.  Drink the season,
to oblivion, to ecstasies bequeathed, excess emotion
released.  Amniotic, amnesia of expectation.  Breathe —
vestigial gills awaken.
This is the first measure of the first movement.
A pirouette, a dervishly delight-filled whirl.
Cast upon this rocky estuary, future’s spell.
Inner wise
third eye calls dawn to destiny.
 
 
Peace to you all in this Year of Prophecies (may all your world ends hook up to better worlds beginning)