I am a dancer

I am a dancer
I move through Life with a rhythm
That is sometimes hidden in my soul
Yet is pulsing and lifting my limbs
With each breath

I am a dancer,
A descendent of dancers
Who move and sway and pulse with me,
Encouraging the infusion of my dance
Into the timeless story. I am a dancer
In the great dance
Where each is a soloist
With the occasional delicious partner
Glimpsed and treasured in my heartI am a dancer
Blessed to be held in the arms of community
Where I am invited to fill my Self
With sacred rhythms…
Understanding, forgiveness, laughter and love

Caroline Louise                                                                                                                                       posted october 20th by caroline hanna

he came and spoke with his silent presence with his music and mystery
his intentions and extensions with his honoring of the path, the process, the dance, and the surrender

calling forth ancestors of yesterday and tomorrow joy and sorrow
bathed in oceans of waves we rode on towards a freedom
from our selves met by each other
in brotherhood, sisterhood, understood, no bad no good
fumbling and weaving, into a place of no space no time
no sins no crimes only Being in the Dance
in that eternal nothingness where Existence simply Loves to Beall boundaries dissolved.

thanks Vin, thanks Michael and Anneli
love and light
Rahi                                                                                                                                       posted september 14th by rahi

Dear Michael, Anneli and the entire DANCE TRIBE,

As most of you may or may not know, I lost my brother, Stephen to suicide in March of 2000. To honor him I have dedicated myself to make a difference. Like me, there are other survivors of suicide. Perhaps among some of you. You may also know someone who is struggling with mental Illness. Please support me as I take an amazing journey. The Out of the Darkness Overnight Experience is a 20-mile walk over the course of one night. Net proceeds benefit the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention, funding research, education, and awareness programs ˆ both to prevent suicide and to assist those affected by suicide.

This will make a difference. You can help make a difference.
To donate visit www.TheOvernight.org and enter Lisa as "first name" and Nemacheck as "last name" - you will be directed from there.
I miss you all - your prayers are also a welcome and important contribution!!

Love,
Lisa Nemacheck - curly head voodoo woman in Lake Forest, Illinois!

                                                                                                                                      posted july 10th by lisa nemacheck

love in a box of language (excruciating)

A man crying. In the middle of a dance floor. I move closer to him something is pulling me there.
I stand near to where he is sitting and I start to sob. For what? I don't know. A year of
destruction? Yes. Maybe. Maybe More. Everything; everything: myself, the world, circumstance.
I feel healing hands come up from behind me, holding, containing my well of remorse or deep longing
(and more) in the health of surrendered giving, as Anneli does, she gives with her whole heart
what is needed in that moment, and I needed that touch, spontaneous giving, is so precious. I am
sobbing and time passes
I squat down unable to hold it, and she is there with me. unable to even be silent in my tears,
I wail, aloud. A circle forms, people are watching There is the healing. Michael is on my left
with his microphone, this is the healing, speaking what feels like my voice from deep inside where
God speaks to me "why am I here, you chose to be here you chose it." Michael says, to me? Not to
me. To everyone, this is not just my story; and in that moment, more than any other moment I can
remember, it felt completely my story.
" You belong here."
I chose to be here?
What'll I do, What'll I say.
Nothing to do, nothing to say, just BE!
to be understood from such a self-contained manner, I can't hold it any longer, I don't want to
hold it any longer, it's held and I break down further into the most deeply loving, deeply held
union with God in the presence of people (beautiful people) with people. "no more giving yourself
away" I heard God say. And I understood.
Anneli is still holding me, not so afraid.. hmm, I'm not so scary.
Michael. Thank you.
Anneli you're an angel
Michael. Thank You.
Being held, being accepted. finally held, finally accepted , finally my own rhythm allowed to
shine, again; after so much fear, hurt, trauma. So many more of these miracles. Every time, every
dance with Michael and Anneli, something miraculous blooms, gets heard, makes a move meant to
be. I'm here. Thank you for facilitating my birth in each new moment I allow myself to be open.
That was a big one. In deep gratitude, tender appreciation, and reverent awe. And still some self-respect. Asya

                                                                                                                                      posted july 2nd by asya rachitsky

home

So ... maybe I should wait to see what evolves after tomorrow's dance before I write this ... it is usually a serendipitous expansion on Saturday magic ...
ahhh but I don't want to wait .... because I remembered Home again. It is everywhere ... Michael rather firmly repeated "This is not a rhetorical statement ... find home in your body." And as I danced and listened and tried to go in to one specific place in the body ... another place opened and another and another ... until I recognized fully what I've always known ....God is in every cell, every atom of this form we all inhabit ... there is no place that God is not ... And as I looked up and out, I saw within .... God ... everywhere ... looking at me through every pair of eyes in the room, breathing in God with every breath ...and letting God flow back outward on the outbreath ...

Mmmmmmm ..... thank you all
Deborah

                                                                                                                                      posted july 1st by deborah penner

in the process of my purpose

I was so absolutely nervous, fearful and feeling like I might be just a-bit on the mature side to do this but right after my late husband passed on about ten yrs. Ago I read Gabrielles book "Sweat Your Prayers" and I was hooked.
How wonderful to find someone doing what I had been doing in my living room since I was 12 yrs. Old. Seriously, it has been going on for a very long time. I'm a grandmother and still doing it. Then there was Gabrielle who helped me feel like I must be on track. This June I decided to go for it and be there at spiritweaves, to join the dance. I was so happy to
be a part of your dance community. I did some watching but I preffered to do my dance the way I do it in my living room because then I felt real and beside I really believed I was actually doing the dance with the group that way. I brought home "The Wave" set and have been immersing myself on a daily basis. I will never stop. Now, all the metaphysical books that I devoured for nearly 20 yrs are going to a friend who owns a health food store in our small country town. She will read and share with others. Sounds good to me because I am done with all of that and have narrowed it down to the dance. I
have been purging, all the stuff, in my house and will continue to until I feel like its done and then go back every month to purge somemore. I live in a very conservative town and still think about having a place for dancing that will call those who are looking for themselves.
I'm dreaming but then again isn't that what life if about? Awake dreams.
Michael and Anneli, Thank you for making me feel welcome from the very first time I emailed you about the dance workshop. I will never forget my first experience with the group.
When I am back in LA I will be there for the dance.
With Much Love,

Rachel McCain

                                                                                                                                      posted june 15th 2006 by rachel mccain