Black Crow Shiny Suit dancing

So what was the emerald stone that he spoke about? I had found little broken pieces of green glass amongst the stones and rubble. They glistened like jewels in the sunshine. Just some old discarded bottle that had not made its way into the recycling bin! ImageI remembered my trip to Colombia where the green stone was sold in many shops and places for tourists to collect foreign oddments. My own sweetheart had bought me a tiny wee heart shaped emerald stone for safe keeping in my jewelery box. I thought of the Emerald Isle that I had lived on for 17 years of my life, the green moss and richly abundant green fields and hill tops that my memory so often wanders towards. Missing that tranquil land and sweet smelling pastures, knowing I will not return because now I seek the emerald stone elsewhere. A ha! I realized, the emerald stone was following me. It was with me just like the little green heart shape and the memories that lingered, they had become part of me. I was part of it.

Black crow shiny suit caws back at me from the branch tops. I hear him loud and clear. I don’t find him particularly friendly, he just seems very loud and does not really direct his attention towards me at all. I don’t suppose he has any thought for me. I can see him clearly now, shining in that sun light. His suit of black feathers looking smarter today, with their bluish tinge, they fit him well. Slick, almost elegant in their appearance. He struts along the branch with his own well known self-importance. And I here on the ground in my earthy robes and big boots, sitting amongst the well trodden earth, amongst the pots and plants that I fill with with rotted compost, in the hope for new seeds to show forth and feed our need for green salad and fresh vegetables come the summer time. We are a strange pair. He in his world and me in mine.

The masculine dark suited pin stripe world looking outwards across the buildings and roof tops, the next catch, the next profit, the next gathering of clans within the concrete structures. They meet in circle together. Cawing at each other, are they willing to listen, to speak heart to heart, to feel beneath the skin of conformity?

I kick of those boots and dance a little, moving to the sound of drum beat as it oozes outwards from the yurt in the garden, bones and muscles, earth, rocks and stone, here I am. There you are crow, come move with me, lets find this beat together. He moves he struts, he caws. Dancing shiny suit feathers flapping, beak opens and closes, I hear no noise for a still breath, within the timing of my dance.

For a moment maybe I find a connection, I want to ask him about the Emerald stone. So I continue dancing moving gently. He flies alighting on a near by garden chair top, scraping his beak for a moment, scratching it with his claw cleaning away the crumbs from feed time. Looking up he seems curious enough to remain awhile, sensing there is no danger.

I am but the feminine, what worries has he of my breeding, my earthiness, my dance? Might it worry him a little, may he be slightly disconcerted with my presence in HIS garden. What could I possibly do to fear him. My toes touch into the earth, I feel my roots and sense my heart beat, he flaps his wings will he alight once more? Tiny little claws of grey painted shiny foot wear, like his suit sparkle in sun light. Tight fitting, cramping those toes, never dancing freely, Armani, Boss, Lauren, well made and suited for the purpose, looking good, looking good. My bare feet touch the earth, they dance freely, he sets off again in flight, on he goes barely time to breath. Never settled long enough, must always be; doing doing doing!

I breath, deep breath, now I feel my heart beat stronger and stronger. What is right for this earth for this mover, this beat getting stronger. And so my fingers back again in that soil, did Armani ever touch the soil?

Cawing from the roof tops this time as others join him. What of the strange creature touching the earth? Looking seeing, exploring the possibilities of learning something, anything. Is there a profit in the making? Gathering together they are one group of wise words and well meaning for the company, yes for the company, oh the company they keep of course. They see each other and strut and peck and nod their heads. And the feminine creature arches her back, stretches her limbs and talks to the earth, what then sweet earth if only I alone am talking with you. Do you care?

The sun is beginning to settle amongst the clouds and wander to its resting place, a chill lingers now beneath those same clouds and settles in a mist around me and the roof tops. Cawing Crow knows its time to join that mist, to journey onwards through the concrete, home ward bound. Breathing those mists into lungs that heave through smokey atmospheres, through air conditioned stale smoked smells of putrid, over used breath and condensation.

Not this Crow, he flies freely from all of this I know. Along the road side, pavements, park ways, Mercedes, Bentley, Rolls and Lambourghini free rolling, radio gently swooning, no worries. My dance takes me inwards, into my cavern, old and familiar, drum beat rocking my mind…..where will my next journey take me?  If I ask the Black Crow Shiny Suit to come into those darkened places, to meet me there, shrouded within the dream time, what I wonder may we discover together.

I take my emerald heart shaped stone into my cavern with me. Its a journey into that darkened place to explore something I know so little of. There is the crow meeting with me. Is he reluctant? Will he allow me see deep within those shiny feathers? Making myself so, so small I creep inwards, unfolding one feather at a time, like making my way through thick forest and undergrowth, clawing away brambles and anything that gets in my way. I meet with each white stem of a feather that is planted deep into the grey like flesh that has yet never seen the sun. Thin in its texture so grey and undernourished. It feels cold to my own fingers that are long and spindly, yet always there to meet with the dirt of the earth and with the rays of the sun that brown and wrinkle them. This grey skin so thin and cold, takes one small pinch of the nails on my fingers to pierce into it and allow my own energy to flow deep inside. One moment of sharpness a pain that is barely felt but knows that its there. Shock for one small moment, he is seen, he is known, she finds her way in.

The sensual being under the skin meets with each of those white bones and sinews that run deep within caverns that are old and forgotten, cobwebby thoughts, old process’s, deep cellular mud and rubble that has not moved in many decades. Meeting at its core, gently massaging with the dance of thousands of years that stirs and shakes and re-members each cord, fusing together broken wires and mis-matched threads of forgotten information.

Calling to the Crow to move and dance those pin stripped Armani Bentley driven feet, to move across this floor to open up those wings and feel that heart beating harder into this music. So heart and beat become one and timing of feet, claws, hands, heart dance together in the feminine creatures soulful embrace.

I reach out and touch the top of this head as it bends down to meet my own, neck stretching uncomfortably, but opening up each vertebra on its spine so that fluid, once more can wash through those fixed compressed bones and clear out unwanted chalk dust and small pebbles of discomfort. We dance, we are danced, we open up the crazy possibility that these two worlds can and will meet, that they will begin to find harmony and the green emerald will find a new river to flow in, as it separates itself from the hardened spine of fear and accumulation.

We follow the green emerald together, dancing our way laughing and celebrating its release. Watching where it flows to. It has its own journey and gathers itself and the green rushes and grasses that open pathways for it to spread and expand upon. Giving itself back to the earth it fertilizes each pasture each field and delicate flower. It seeps back into the earth, filling the deep mines and blood-let caverns, to feed the earth with nourishment and replace the loss of soul deep within its veins. Hungry for this drip feed of new blood, the skin turns a lighter shade of pink, pulsing veins to the surface and warms gently a belly undernourished for many life times.

Earth and sky meet flapping wings, sun rises and songs are heard as if nothing ever happened and nothing has changed. I dance in my garden, aware of the crow in his black feathered shiny suited booted wardrobe, pecking under the feathers cleansing out the mothballed grub and clutter, ready to begin another day, another dream and chatter amongst the rooftops.

 

 

 

 

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Black crow shiny suit

ImageI sat in my garden yurt sharing the morning with a dear friend. We wrote, danced and enjoyed the outdoor sunshine. I heard the birds and the distant traffic. A crow cawed loudly, I imagined the black shiny feathers glistening in the sunshine as they reflect back to the sun his presence here in the garden.

There is always a peacefulness here always a creative spark in this place. I wonder what will happen next and what will flow from the energy I hold in myself. There is little to do in these moments. Just to be, to ponder a little. a remembering that I am enough and all that I do despite how I feel really does have meaning. There is a reason for everything, I know this from my deepest core, and as my life unfolds gradually I feel that deep acceptance that all I need to experience will ultimately become apparent and less of a mystery to me.

Like the black feathers of the crow, the mysterious colors and shapes and the shadows that he casts upon the earth, flapping his wings amongst  the branches and the leaves, he will share his mysteriousness with the world without any great thought for why or how and what purpose he was born for. Still he will have an effect on me as I sit here listening to those sounds.

He knows nothing of me yet he affects me. He may never see me or know I exist. But I hear him and he opens my mind, my ears and my eyes to a world that is greater than mine.

So I dance and I stretch my body, I move further into the space, exploring this body and how it needs to move this morning, always it loves to stretch like the wings of the black crow it expands into the light and casts its own shadow upon the ground, I am witness to this shadow. I know it is there. Does the crow know his shadow? Does he peck at it, caw at it, play with it? Laugh mockingly at its strangeness? I wonder at my own dance, as my shadow dances with me. We are connected as my body expands, so too does it, as I dance so too does it dance, as I expand so too my shadow reaches outwards. What is known what is hidden – does it matter if the sun glistens on the black crows back and shows the blue tinges of many shades. Yet it warms the soul, reminding me of who I am and who I am not. And for a moment the crow is silent and I dance to my own voice that speaks quietly to myself and shares some deep thoughts about the next adventure. As the sun shines it reminds me of many fire side rituals that are waiting to emerge and be shared. The women’s voices that are ready to shake their shadows to the core and speak out from the center of their dance.

And if I expand my awareness out further to stretch my mind as well as my wings into the world of the crow, amidst the trees and hedgerows to feel the sun on my face and to be able to touch the same bark and crisp dried up leaves, what then will I hear and what then will I share?

Do the birds silence themselves for fear I may harm them, do they disappear off into the blue sky to alight further afield. I sense the earth beneath my feet holding some of that dark mystery and feeling my own yearning for depth and meaning. I reach my fingers into the rough craggy stone letting my hands meet with the soil and rock, prickly dead leaves and dried up old seeds, sorting through natures collages of what is ready to rot back into its existence, to compost back down and become one earth once more. And still no sound or sign of the crow until I look upward again to a high hedge above my head where I spy a nest old and unused and I wonder who had nestled in this bed of twigs half way between the earth and the sky.

The drum begins to speak to me, it calls me to enter deeply into familiar territory. As I circle inwards to the cavern I knew well, I am met by many crows within council. I stand amidst them asking why am I here and what am I here to do? How much do I trust this way of communicating? Are the crows here to shame me or am I feeling mocked by them?

‘Stand in the circle with us they caw’ and so I enter the circle knowing it to be safe and I explore the teachings here. Be with the circle I am told but ‘which one’ I hear myself say. ‘The one you are in’ is my reply.

I feel my body next to a large black crow much bigger than I and he carries me up amidst the clouds, above the sea we fly, above many lands looking down on vast continents.

Here am I meant to be – sharing myself in flight to the world. To the strange worlds to the black suited worlds – here is the voices necessary circle, find its strength and let it caw. Follow the crow and its pin-stripped feathery clan, laugh at the shadow it creates and step one step at a time, one sentence at a time, one breath at a time until you find a way through the craggy undergrowth for there you will find the emerald jewels.

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Gratitude

 

 

 

 

 

 

To everyone who has shared my path
Who has walked beside me
In front of me
Behind me
Who has shared my joys
My longings
My sadness my fears
And my madness
Who has witnessed my anger and betrayals
My dance my love my sweat and tears
To all who have challenged me
To all who have hurt me and those I have hurt
To all who have shown me
Taught me and carried me
And especially
To those who trust me to teach them
For those who have made love to me
For those who have raped me
For those I gave birth to
For those that died inside me
And for those that died and left me
Disappointed and rejected me.
For those who see me
And those who hide from me
For those who are brave with me
For those who insult me
For those who dream with me
For those who touch me
For those who pass me by
Those who repel me hate me and fear me
For those who said ‘no’
And those who said ‘yes’
Those who said it could not be done
And those who pushed me to succeed
To those who love me
Trust me and want me
I ask for forgiveness
From those that I’ve wronged
As I wish to forgive you,
releasing pain that I hold
For the journeys we’ve shared
And the words that were spoke
The dances the blessings
The work and the doubts
The figuring outs and the rows and the fights
The saying sorry and kisses
And love in between

You have helped me to grow
And you have shown me myself
I am grateful for your place
in my heart and in my life

Where ever you are now THANK YOU for being you,
I wish you good life and GOD BLESS                            Cc     Ritual 2006 – 07

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The empty nest….

I’m 51 and have been a mother for 34 years, well 35 if you count my first pregnancy. I have never really been an adult without the responsibility of a youngster either glued to my hip, journeying to school, cooking meals for….. well, we all know that the list is endless.  I would not change any of this not for one minute, my children are precious and bringing them into the world is the greatest achievement I have. Despite the challenges we have been through, despite the worries and sleepless nights, I would change nothing.

So here I am now coming to the end of ‘my time’ as some one who has spent all these years with the thought…’what about the children.’ Not a day goes by without wondering how the food cupboard is looking, am I needed for a taxi driver today or having a little worry because I have not heard how one of them is for a week or so.  It is coming to that time when I have to let go of so much of this and start to focus more on my own life and what I am now filling it with. I’ve always been a self-employed working mum, but I am noticing how different it is now to still be working, having that extra bit of head-space to focus on myself and how I will now spend the next phase of my life. My children are all growing up, focusing on their careers, leaving home and setting up their own lives. I’ve had to adopt some new strategies to ensure that I fully use this time wisely. I am not so young, I cannot waste any of my time filling it with frivolities. So the important thing is that I now use this extra ‘head-space’ (for want of a better word) to ensure that the next years are inspiring me and that I am being creative with them.

It’s interesting how many other women I know in this very same position. I’m fascinated with the women who find they have arrived at that same time in their lives, yet with no idea at all of who they themselves are, or what they now want to do with their time!  I’m interested because I believe this is such a rich place, so full of potential, with possibilities of creating a whole new life, that they may have never even dreamed was possible. With so much motherly wisdom and the ability to ‘hold’ a family, mothers can make fantastic facilitator’s, speakers and organizers. Their ability to listen, have patience, act accordingly to need, understand, predict, respond with ability, analyze and so much more without hardly any so-called professional trainings, is admirable. They already have incredible abilities to step into the work force with. It’s just how to recognize that and for others to recognize it also.

I have witnessed my son’s leaving home and my daughters preparation for it. I’ve been through deep process’ in letting-go and having to stop myself from in any way trying to hold on, even when I have been afraid for them, wondering how on earth they will cope in the big world, without ME. It’s a huge test in letting go of our own importance in their lives and trusting that we have done all we could have done for them and now it is no longer in our hands.

So the focus needs to now be else where, otherwise of course the tendency is endlessly wondering ‘how they are getting on’ rather than ‘what am I going to do for myself today.’ Maybe focus on that new career idea, a class, a group, some writing? The sky really is the limit and there are endless opportunities awaiting us. Getting support for a new venture is a great idea. Some coaching to gain some insights really helps. Brain storming new possibilities with other women and doing your best not to try to go it alone. After years of doing it for others, it’s really good to have company so that isolation does not kick in, especially around motivating oneself to keep active and creative.

Of course isn’t it just wonderful when you finally get the house to yourself and can do just as YOU want to do there! But keep hold of the dream that there is so much more. Now is the time to ‘Leap!’ A time of new beginnings and a new life. An exciting time when so much of our thoughts need redirection, turning inwards looking at ourselves, WE become the focus.

First step is the body. Physicality, remembering who you are and where you came from. Even reminding yourself that you have a body and it is yours! Dance, move, join a gym, walk, run, give that body a lot of attention, you’re going to need it healthy and strong while you enter this new phase. Age can over take and before we know whats what were a Granny and then that is a whole new exploration. I’m a granny, but I’m not knitting I’m afraid and I am definitely not your classic grandmother type, whether this is a good thing or not, I really hope that my grandchildren will be proud of a Granny who is still dancing into her 90’s sharing her words and books and encouraging others to live their lives to their fullest potential, especially after they’ve had their families.

Who knows where it may end, there is a call these days for women to be strong in their femininity. To make use of the wisdom of motherhood, to teach our younger women and to be inspiring Grandmother forces within our workplaces.

Caroline & the four youngest children. Winner of Sole Trader, Women in business Awards, East Sussex, 2011.

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A new awakening

This last Sunday, my partner Ben showed his new film that he has just filmed, directed and edited over the last year. It is a very inspiring piece with all sorts of positive information about what people are doing in the world to make significant changes. Unbeknown to me beforehand Ben decided to read out a piece of writing that I wrote when he first asked me about the soul and how he wanted to connect it to his film.

It was lovely to hear that piece of writing being spoken out within the group of 75 people who came to see the film that evening. A few people came to me afterwards and asked if it was possible to have a copy of this piece. So I am sending it via WordPress for any one else who would like to read it.

There is an awakening in the world. A new intelligence is forming from the chaos we have created. We can no longer live as a ‘what about me’ society. There is work that needs to be done on many different levels.

We need courage and integrity to do the personal healing work necessary to be healthy, strong and empowered.

Our relationships to others need honest communication and compassion. We can then surrender the ‘self’ and offer to our environment, communities and societies the service that is required in a deeply spiritual and practical way.

We cannot ignore the deep wounding and suffering we perpetually carry that affects our relationships. We can no longer discard the intelligence of our heart within business. Our own bodies can no longer be a mechanism for supporting and carrying around a mind that is solely focused on wealth, personal pleasure and achievements.

The body has much greater function than that and needs to run efficiently to its fullest potential. It needs to move with focus giving attention to what really matters in the moment.

The awareness that spirituality brings is creating better work places, home lives, school and education systems. It means we have to pay more attention to the earth that supports us, thus creating a deeper connection to the elemental forces around us.

The ‘human soul’ that has been largely ignored in our society, is the part of us that sustains us through the inevitable challenges that are yet to come. Without learning to make those connections, there is an unbelievable loss.

If we do the necessary work now, there is great hope for the children who follow us. The way forward for the collective is to make discoveries into the innate wisdom and intelligence that is the new consciousness of our times.

Can we  transform our own personal stories and insights into the gifts and wisdom that we have then to offer. Be part of this new way of thinking, feeling and moving, with essential gratitude and forgiveness for what has passed.

If you would like to see a trailer to the film R-Evolution you can visit the website on this link. http://www.r-evolutionthemovie.com/thefilm.html

There are events coming up that include the film, discussion group and movement meditations. Keep in touch with us for more info info@carolinecarey.com

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Dance yourself ecstatic to the mystery of life!

Using the word ecstasy can conjure up all manner of thoughts and feelings. Is it to do with drugs? Sex? A good feeling? Well, according to Wikipedia;  Ecstasy (emotion) is a trance or trance-like state in which an individual transcends normal consciousness.
Religious ecstasy is a state of consciousness characterized by expanded spiritual awareness, visions or absolute euphoria.
Ecstasy (philosophy), a term used to mean “outside-of-itself”.

But how do we actually find these states in ourselves? And I am using the word ‘in’ here.

I only have my own experience of ecstasy. Mostly done on the dance floor, because that has been my medium for healing, exercise, for embodiment and change in my life. It has changed me many times allowing me to die those mini deaths each time. Letting go of past stories and stepping into brighter futures. I’ve never taken drugs, rarely drank alcohol,well I managed to experience too much drink twice in my life at a party and swore never to do it again, what a horrible experience it was!  No, for me it is about reaching those wonderful euphoric states of bliss without ending up with my head down a toilet. Without a hang-over, lack of money wondering where it could all of gone, or by being too tired to face the next day with a thundering head ache and a down grumpy mood. I have been witness to some of this and have really wondered what the attraction is to it! But please do not think of me as a puritan. We all have our ‘medicine’ in the world and I love to share my way and love to help others find the joy of dance that I have found in my 51 years.

So the experience of ecstatic dance felt like a good topic to share today. Especially as the word ecstatic does seem to need some explaining.

There are many techniques that talk of out-of-body experiences being ecstasy, but in my own experience this is not really the case, nor is it really of any great value to us as humans.  ‘Out of body’ to me literally means disconnection, becoming ungrounded and living in some ‘other worldly dimension’ that does not serve us in this day and age. I knew this place once, it was kind of comfortable and dreamy, I did not have to feel very much or engage with anything that made me feel uncomfortable. As I began to explore the world of ecstatic dance and its true roots, I saw a very different world inside me as well as around me and my re-actions to it all changed quite dramatically. There are cultures who make really good use of the ‘out-of-body’ experience but this tends to be from a very grounded and rooted practice and way of being in the world. Some thing we as westerners have lost.

My learning is that in order to find that state of ecstasy, I need to include all of who I am. That literally means I need to include my body, my heart, my mind and my spirit and soul. As well as if at all possible, my history, my story, who I have come to be and what has made me into who I am. My relationships, my challenges, my suffering. It all has value in the dance. In order to fully step into the great ecstatic mystery of life, all of this needs to be included.

So meeting with the ecstatic nature of dance begins with the body, bringing focus to the bones and the flesh the muscle and ligaments. The flowing of  blood and the beating of my heart. The internal organs and the skeletal system that supports me. Even my cellular structure has its dance, so I include the whole body, stretching, breathing deeply, giving attention to each limb, including my fingers and my toes, my wrists and ankles. Even the head and neck, the rib cage, the pubic area and everything that is inside me. The dancer needs the body to bring it to life and the body needs the dancer to truly find its freedom, it is a relationship between the two, ultimately becoming the one.

This body and dancer then becomes a container for everything else that is going on. Once connected fully to that dance it will support me to find my own true nature and to explore the healing work that needs to begin to unfold. As the body moves and finds its free dancer letting go of inhibitions, softly exploring its own intimacy, sensuality and even its sex, the heart begins to open. When the heart begins to open, feelings arise. To melt, to let go of holding onto the boundaries that keep it safe and prevent it from feeling all that it could feel. Don’t we just know how at times how we  have been holding back these emotions, choking back tears because often we feel ashamed to be seen to cry or to be angry. To show any expression that does not seem to fit with others needs of how we should be. We may feel extraordinary joy, we may want to sing and shout. But conditioning and fear of judgement may prevent those sounds from emminating from our bodies. Often it is the fear of  being seen and heard that holds us back. But once the dancer and the body are connected and moving together in relationship, then there is a strong enough container for the emotions and the heart to express freely with out the fear of inhibition or judgement from others. Without the fear that we may collapse and fall apart, that life will be over as we know it, yet it will be over, because this release will change us, so we need to be prepared to allow for those changes and accept what the great mystery has in store for us, as we empty out the old making way for something new to come into our lives!

This ‘container’ supports what ever needs to be expressed in  a safe way, without a need for drama, re-enactment of the past or with a need to justify any of it. This dance is then including the heart in what ever state it is in, in that moment. Body breath and heart are all moving as one. The energy of one is affecting the other, they are in relationship together. There is no separation of body and heart.

So what happens to the mind? We spend a lot of time thinking. Obviously a great advantage to being human. But sometimes this thinking mind can take over our lives and be more in control than we would like it to be. The dance of ecstasy demands that we are very present here and now with ourselves. We need to focus on the movement of our bodies and the feelings in our heart. So if there are thoughts, which most likely there will be, they need to be connected to what is happening in that moment. How is the body moving? How is the heart feeling? Are any memories from the past seeping in causing visions and feelings we would rather dismiss? These memories are so important, can you recall the powerful song by Sinead O’Connor; Famine, she sings the words, ‘when there is remembering, there is healing’ It is so true, we re-call those memories not to re-enact them or find ourselves in the drama of them, but to transmute the pain we endured, to release the grip they may have on us by changing old patterns of behavior that hold us in the eternal grip of our past, creating the same old challenges and difficulties that seem to return over and over again.

Sinead also sings about children learning to get themselves ‘out of their heads’ in order not to feel! This of course continues into adult life. Drug abuse, alcohol and such like serve these patterns and assist in the dysfunctional behaviour that stops us from growing up to be mature responsible adults. Letting the dance begin to transmute these painful stories combines again the whole being. Body, heart, mind and story.

These parts of us when addressed are what make us soulful human beings. When we face this whole being with integrity, knowing what is right to do, being honest with who we are and being authentic about our whole life, not trying to be anything that we are not, begins to retrieve the soul and all its many parts to become whole once more.

We ‘lose soul’ during trauma and when engaging with that trauma we are able to draw back to us what was once lost. This again takes sheer focus, concentration and determination to be really here in our bodies, on this earth. We find our soul once again and live as a more whole-some being.

The fire burns within us as it purifies this soul creating in us the dance of the phoenix to be reborn from the ashes of life. The heat of the dance creating changes in our cells, opening our pores ready for the mightiest of releases.

There is a free spirit that belongs to all of us. It is a collective energy, not separate. It is the meta of our existence. The spiritual force is all around us, within us and each other. The soul is more personal, but the spirit is the bigger picture connecting us to all things where there is no separation. So we embody our own soul and connect to spirit, dancing our bodies and our hearts into motion awakening the dancer and the dreamer where all things become possible. This is the state of ecstasy where nothing is left out, nothing is left behind, we are whole and united in our love for ourselves and for each other, for all beings and the earth, the universe.

This to me is the greatest of feelings, we are not ‘spaced out’ we are not having an ‘out-of-body’ experience, more like we are right here ‘in our bodies,’ drawing remarkable energy from the spiritual force and from the support of the earth, here we are whole. There is immense energy in this moment and we are able to literally lift our wings, flying with our feet firmly on the ground. There is nowhere to go, no one to be, it is all perfect within that one moment. We know exactly what we are doing, what is going on around us and the focus that we stay with continues to feed this energy, burning any debris away, shedding any skins that serve us no more, releasing us from the past, our histories and our pain body.

The heart is able to open up more and more, recoiling from the great lake of time and  illusion as the river of life opens its mighty gate ways and floods through us cleansing away the blockages and the dams of disillusionment and disappointment. Those mighty rivers that swell from the stillness, pouring through this land to take us further and further into the depths of the eternal ocean. The ocean that will hold us in her arms, as we pray for her cleansing as well as our own.

Pure ecstasy begins to heal us. To offer us up as a channel between heaven and earth. Once fully embodied we open ourselves up to receive. This can come in visual experiences, sounds, or kinesthetic experiences. We can find ourselves in touch with a much deeper part of ourselves that knows very clearly what it needs to do, the next steps in our lives to take and on it goes, serving us with the deepest truths. We seek, we learn, we open up to our own innate wisdom, the heart speaks out reminding us who we really are. Re-membering our whole selves, what we came here to do and what our own true-full soul purpose is.

So our awareness is expanded, our mind becomes more open, we are less limited by inhibition, thought process or trying to analyze something that is happening. We can visualize whether in an awakened state or by deepening our own dream time states once resting again. These may feel like an out-of-body experience but actually comes from within us.

A true shaman is very conscious of what is going on in these moments, he/she can see into any situation and act accordingly. A medium generally is not aware of what is going on and is more ‘outside of his or her self.’ This makes a clear distinction between the art of ecstasy and medium-ship.

The dance has no need of any drugs or stimulants to induce these states of ecstasy,  yet within the body as the energy rises and the body is moved, a stimulant is released quite naturally.  Once this natural chemical is released through the experience of the dance it can give us the same effect that particular drugs can give us. Of course without the side effects that un-natural drugs can give.Although I have heard that too much can be ‘dangerous’ to the mind. I’ve reached this state many times and never ‘lost the plot’ yet. I’ve experienced depression and melancholic states in my life and I know exactly what benefits it and moves me away from feeling that way!

This dance of ecstasy has been a practice for literally thousands of years, by shamanic dancers, practitioners and tribal people connecting to the spirit world. In those cultures the people are much more grounded than those of us in western civilization, so it can take less effort to engage with this art. Here we need to engage again more fully with the earth and with the elements and natural forces around us. This is what makes it so much more natural for those tribal people’s, who make it an every day occurence to meet with the ecstatic nature of their spirituality, their healing’s and their communication with nature and their own wisdom. In our forgetting that we need to be connected to nature for this experience we have become drawn to finding chemical ways to create this ‘fix’ cheating our way to a more fake spiritual existence of getting high.

And when the body is not included, the heart is not open and the story not embraced, there is little room for the soul to find its way home or the feeling of spiritual connection to remain with us after the drug induced euphoria has come to its end.

May we ‘die’ many times on the dance floor, surrendering ourselves back to the elements, giving up what no longer serves any purpose, may we do it with responsibility towards our bodies, as a connecting force to those around us and a blessing for all of life.

If you would like to try it out, please be in touch, the dance floor awaits you 🙂

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A dance in Poland

This is a short film on the Soul Action film in Poland, hope you enjoy it…..

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Until one is committed, there is hesitancy………

Healing the Gender Issue

Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative (& creation) there is one elementary truth the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans-the moment one definitely commits oneself, then providence moves too. Whatever you can do or dream, you can begin. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.’  Goethe

ImageI believe that in order to create balance and harmony in the world, men and women need to unite and fall in love more deeply than ever before. By healing our own wounds, particularly in our intimate relationships, we are creating the vibration that will help to heal our planetary pain of masculine and feminine, of earth and fire, of sadness and rage. The giving and the receiving.

We take so much from the earth in her passivity to give. Does man take too much from woman in her passive roles? Does the woman give too much and then retaliate in anger and pain at the abuse she feels. Will the earth create the angry fire that will burn our homes, will her waters rise in order to cleanse the wounds we are creating on her and will her breath blow so fiercely that we will not stomach the stench and putridness of the deep disgust that has manifested in her stomach, creating black cancerous growths that spew forth and expand in our own cells and bodies, ridding her of the need to provide more and more for her ungrateful offspring?

    In order to make a commitment to the earth, we now need to make a commitment to each other. To relationships and to creating more harmony amongst the people we live with.

I wonder how many of us have really felt the freedom of commitment? If we put ourselves whole-heartedly in to what we are doing, into our dance, our relationships, our work. We make a huge difference in our own lives and in that of others. So maybe we hold back, afraid that there may be something better around the corner. Maybe we are too afraid that we may make the ‘wrong’ choice.

There are not really wrong choices, unless we choose to feel negative about situations, unless we choose to make them that way, once we are on our path, it is the right one and we will never know what it entails fully unless we journey along it, creating more of that path along the way. We create our own paths; they are not made for us. That is the beautiful mystery of life, the ‘not knowing’. And it can make us shrink through fear, or it can make us come alive like a fascinated child, eager to discover more, eager to embrace life and its magic!

If you could commit more fully to one thing today, what would it be? Notice how that makes you feel.

Excerpt from ‘Heart Matters’ by Caroline Carey to be published 2012

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My publisher recently asked me to write an article about the benefits of dancing, purely for Joe public! My publisher is a little more ‘straight’ so to speak than myself, despite being a very worldly kind of guy, he just does not have the same approach to spirituality as I have, me being a dreamer and all that. So within my article I was to stick to the benefits of dancing and absolutely no angels, feathers or fluff. Fine I thought, especially if we want to encourage people from many walks of life to find the healing we know so well from the dance practice. Not that I am a fluff kind of gal, but I must appear that way to some!!

I began to look into all the benefits of dance.

Well I began…. It’s done as performance and as recreation. It can be done in a club or…

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Dance with strictly no fluff!

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My publisher recently asked me to write an article about the benefits of dancing, purely for Joe public! My publisher is a little more ‘straight’ so to speak than myself, despite being a very worldly kind of guy, he just does not have the same approach to spirituality as I have, me being a dreamer and all that. So within my article I was to stick to the benefits of dancing and absolutely no angels, feathers or fluff. Fine I thought, especially if we want to encourage people from many walks of life to find the healing we know so well from the dance practice. Not that I am a fluff kind of gal, but I must appear that way to some!!

I began to look into all the benefits of dance.

Well I began…. It’s done as performance and as recreation. It can be done in a club or behind closed doors in our living rooms. There are many classes we can take part in and there seems to be no amount of opportunity awaiting us……should we so desire.

Sometimes though I hear people say, “I used to love dancing!” “Oh but I don’t do it any more because I am far to busy, too many kids, too fat, too old, can’t afford it” or the infamous one, “well I just don’t do that, or “I’ve got three, even four left feet!” My answer usually to all of this is ‘what utter rubbish!’ Not meaning to be rude…BUT

It can take very little time to switch on a piece of music and begin moving your body to a beat. As soon as this process begins, our cellular structure begins to change. Literally. We are beginning to engage in something that is primal, that has its roots in some of the most ancient and even sophisticated, ritualistic and profound forms of healing, art and spirituality.

As we begin to move our bodies in this way, no matter what it looks like we are accessing our innermost freedom. It does not have to look any particular way, no matter what they told you at school, it does not have to be particular steps or even be in time to the music. We can be dancing deep within our own bodies, quietly massaging our innermost secrets, or stretching our bodies to their fullest as the music lifts our spirits and carries us to the most passionate of our dreams. The important thing is that you are moving your body in the way you wish to move it to that particular beat of the drum, or that particular melody. That is freedom at its most fundamental.

The body responds by interacting with the music, not being controlled by it, but simply creating a relationship with it, a bit like being with a lover.

They move together and express what ever needs to be expressed in that moment. Sensuality, sexuality, breath, motion, sound, expression, it is all given to the dancer. We begin to give ourselves to this being, allowing it to take over and be whatever it needs to be.

There is no need for controlling it. It does not need to be held in place or form.

As the body finds its way and we give it more and more permission to be just as it is, we are unfolding the truth about who we really are.

On a physical level dancing  keeps us fit and increase’s our stamina. It  helps us look and feel younger. Our skin becomes clearer and we remain supple and well toned in our muscles. How good is that?  And if we are doing it at home it won’t have even cost us anything! That has to be the best beauty treatment ever!

We become more balanced in our life, you know left brain, right brain stuff, well one begins to work as good as the other and even the vital organs inside us start to function better and become well oiled and moist. A bit like an engine really, left too long it goes rusty, so we oil it, take care of it, clean out the cobwebs and bobs-your-uncle or hey presto! smooth running engine, carburetor and spark plugs firing at their very best!

On an emotional level, we are able to release the old and held in emotions that we did not even realize we were holding on to. Exhaust fumes no more! Those same old grumbles, the ones that make our shoulders heavy, that create a frown on our face or a slump in our walk.  There is no more or very little frustration directed at our partners, children or the dog. We are able to clear some of this old debri’ away, with a good old shake of the hips, a stamp of our feet and a few swinging leaps around the living room, it will soon pass us by. We may find ourselves crying because our heart begins to open and guaranteed those tears will become tears of joy if we dance long enough. Nothing like the water works to do their trick of washing and purification. Stagnant water never tasted good. The therapist can take a few weeks off from the boring moans and complaints of how everything is unfair and nobody understands us because we are now feeling alive and liberated from the pressure of being a stuck-in-a-rut, human-being or ‘doing’ as they say more readily these days.

Our mind interestingly enough starts to empty out its garbage of thoughts about useless rubbish, that it seems to want to churn around like an old cement mixer and our head may feel a little lighter of its load, we may even start to laugh more.

Then we come to the world of art and beauty, to creativity and the sheer wonderment of what our body is able to do. If it can really make us feel this good in our life and about ourselves, imagine what else it can do for us!

Dancing long enough can change the cellular structure of how we look.Our facial expressions will change and we will begin to have a different aura of beauty around us. A light will shine within us that will permeate our surroundings. People will be drawn to us, wondering what this new-found energy is that we have discovered for ourselves. Of course we may wish to keep it to ourself, after all why share it. But they will persist because they know something’s up and that they are missing out on something very vital, liberating and intriguing. Of course they will be afraid at first because undoubtedly it will change their lives and not every one wants to change their lives, do they?

They may need to stay in their own comfort zone and any idea of changing is just not going to make them feel easy. But of course we will know that in order to really grow and to find more freedom, more peace, more happiness, this tool we have found is the key, we have it and ultimately we will be extremely willing to share it. For a while we may even try to convince others they should do it, but there will be no need of convincing, just our own radiance will be enough to draw them in.

Oh and dancing is also a great way to avoid things like osteoporosis, heart complaints, depression, poor circulation, stiffness in joints, back ache, headaches and many, many more complaints that the human body can be prone to.

And one scientific proven fact; the only physical activity to offer protection against dementia is frequent dancing, also a proven fact is that dancing frequently offers 76% possible reduction of all degenerative diseases studied, that is cognitive or physical. There is a re-wiring that happens when we dance, not going back to the engine here, maybe more like the electricity we live with. Wire up the house wrong and there are problems ensuing, keep it all in order and we will live safely and in harmony with its source. This kind of dancing I am talking about is not to be confused with dance where we have to ‘know’ the steps, this is dance that you make up your self as you go along, that is very important, it is free-style, which means you have to make decisions, in the moment. It is the decision-making that affects the mind making it re-wire itself correctly.

Lets not forget the de-stress factor and increased serotonin level, which can be really useful especially if you are a dreamer and even more so if you depend on none alcohol, non-drug induced fun!!

We also learn to breathe much deeper and because we sweat we don’t get so many spots!

If an entrepreneur could bottle it, they would make a fortune!!

p.s. did I mention loosing weight? In a one-hour session we can burn from 250 to 400 calories.  Need I say more? No fluff  just good common sense 🙂

If you would like the addition of angels, please read Ms’Guided Angel, published by Rex and MyVoice publishing www.alchemyinmovement.com/index.php/written-work

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