My journey of remembering that I am a sensation scientist began in the spring of 1995, when, by chance, I walked into my first Nia class in a fitness club in Portland, Oregon, and my life changed forever. At the time, I was totally disabled by asthma. I was a physical therapist but unable to […]
Entries Tagged as 'Lungs'
Becoming A Sensation Scientist: Awareness of Breath
March 20th, 2011 · 4 Comments
Tags: Essays on Self-Healing · Lungs · The Body's Way · Through Movement We Find Health
11: I’m Back!
November 10th, 2009 · 3 Comments
I’m back! After being away in New Mexico studying with Martín Prechtel and then unexpectedly plunging into a healing journey, today I taught my Nia class for the first time in over a month! I am embryonic. Everything is new. Everything is new, strange and beautiful. I am in a never-before-seen or experienced world. We […]
Tags: Essays on Self-Healing · Lungs · Ongoing Nia Classes
10: Please and Thank You: An Articulation of Courtesy at the Heart of Matter
November 9th, 2009 · No Comments
How I approach everything is how I approach my body. On Saturday I made yogurt. I use fantastic raw milk I get from a dairy farmer and freeze for storage in gallon jugs. I love this milk and it’s been therapeutic for my body during this healing time. The milk had not completely thawed, so as I […]
Tags: Dancing Through Life · Essays on Self-Healing · Etymology · Lungs · Ongoing Nia Classes
9: I Love My Nia Community!
November 7th, 2009 · 2 Comments
Thank you to my Nia community from the whole of my being. Thank you to the Nia teachers who have been holding the space for the practice. Thank you to the Nia students who have been creating the space for the practice of Nia at The DanceSpace in Ashland, Oregon — during the last four extraordinary […]
Tags: Dancing Through Life · Essays on Self-Healing · Lungs · Ongoing Nia Classes
8: Aliveness
November 5th, 2009 · 5 Comments
What if we heard the voices of each thing singing, “I am alive”? As I begin to engage in the world a little more each day, I feel the vexing return of the hurried, fight or flight culture in my body. I notice this because I notice I’m holding my breath. I’m holding my breath, […]
Tags: Dancing Through Life · Essays on Self-Healing · Etymology · Lungs · Ongoing Nia Classes
7: I Went To Nia!
November 4th, 2009 · No Comments
Yesterday I went to Nia for the first time in three and half weeks! (Who’s counting?) Woohoo! I took the first 15 minutes of Judy Newton’s class that she was teaching for me at The DanceSpace. It was astonishingly beautiful to see all the big hearts shining out through people’s faces as I entered the […]
Tags: Dancing Through Life · Essays on Self-Healing · Lungs · Ongoing Nia Classes
5: Why Did The Universe Kick My Ass?
November 2nd, 2009 · 6 Comments
Why did the universe kick my ass? It matters and it matters not. The mind, in its constant seeking motions, naturally wants to know why. Let the mind move, look, see, be curious. But also consent to what is. These are some reflections. None is the answer. The mystery — and the response to the mystery […]
Tags: Dancing Through Life · Essays on Self-Healing · Lungs · Ongoing Nia Classes
4: Grieve, Play, Love
November 1st, 2009 · 1 Comment
I’m very happy to report I’m now medically stable. What a relief. I’m no longer afraid to sleep for fear of not being able to breathe. Yesterday, I spent the whole day out of bed! I can talk now, but I sound like a funny, chipmunkish, Marlon Brando-esque squeaky frog. Last night, I was awake […]
Tags: Dancing Through Life · Essays on Self-Healing · Lungs · Ongoing Nia Classes
3: Body, I Love You
October 31st, 2009 · 3 Comments
Nia student Isabelle Alzado wrote me a few days ago and made this request: “I love you and ask you to take your turn to listen to your body – the way Nia shows us – the way you show us [to say], ‘Body . . .’” So at Isabelle’s request, every night, as I […]
Tags: Dancing Through Life · Essays on Self-Healing · Lungs · Ongoing Nia Classes
2: Grief and the Lungs of The World
October 30th, 2009 · 9 Comments
It’s weird to be back on all the asthma meds again — high levels of prednisone and doing the nebulizer four times a day — after all these years baruch hashem of feeling so healthy. But I bless all these drugs which allow me to live. There are big differences now, compared to when I […]
Tags: Dancing Through Life · Essays on Self-Healing · Lungs · Poem of the Week