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Issue: June 2010
Synthesis at Source

By Robert Hider

Soft, gentle, cleansing tears rippled effortlessly into joy-filled laughter - a flowing arc of delightedness and compassion as I danced. This seamlessness was a new experience and it awed me.

It was mid-morning  on Sunday, the last day of ‘Source’ and Ya’acov seemed to be quietly but firmly ramping up the volume for emotional releasing. His choice of music – intense, deep, grounded and authentic, tribal yet trancey with supportively hypnotic repetitions – tapped immediately into my own deepest heartspace and, I felt, with many more than five senses that the entire room was buzzing and crackling with that same urge to catharsis, to let go and let grow...

A specific image began to emerge as I danced then, its delicate beauty playing a painfully sweet refrain on my heartstrings. It was triggered by a conversation the previous night with one of my dance-floor companions who was staying over at my home for the dance weekend. We’d had plentiful travelling time together, sharing simple unvarnished fun and profound, soul-brotherly connection. Last year his partner and he experienced the spontaneous miscarriage of their first baby just weeks into the pregnancy. We hadn’t had the right moment to talk deeply about this before, and we shared his journey together on the train home after an intense Saturday’s dance. I was deeply touched by the details of the event – the fact they gave the tiny foetus a name; finding and creating the necessary rituals to honour her; completing that phase of grieving and moving on to the next chapter in their lives together.

He mentioned a book that they’d  found helpful by West African healer and teacher Sobonfu Some, whose tribal wisdom honours everything as sacred; the spiritual meaning of a soul that comes into a woman’s body and leaves so quickly, has a special meaning in that culture – they see its role as a catalyst for grief in an individual, a couple or larger grouping.

As I danced ever deeper that Sunday morning, I suddenly felt the presence of that fleeting being, her soul catching the beautiful spring light that suffused the dance-space. Even as I write, the vividness of that vision brings tears to my eyes, making me see the truth of such brief lives’ purpose. Her etheric presence took the form of a delicate red butterfly. As Ya’acov continued to guide and help us peel off our resistance and spiral smoothly into deep connections, my sense of the intimate relationship between the masculine and feminine, life and death, male and female, how they merge and meet , was massively enhanced.

A few days later, still buzzing and resonating from the experience, I suddenly felt my heart speaking very loudly. I immediately knew that it was telling me to allow space and possibility of another child; my heart reminded me very softly that it knew my partner’s deepest wish was to have a second child together. My head had dealt with the scenario very efficiently, making all the correct calculations and calibrations on factors ranging from ecological to economic to the purely personal, weighing up the pros and cons. The fluttering messenger that was my friend’s briefly visiting baby had been profoundly transformative – the true voice of the heart spoke clearly and courageously! And I think that this truth would be a good guide for us all as a species – taking us forward into the next stage of our evolution.

Dance, in general and Movement Medicine – aptly named – in particular, though not my exclusive practice, I no longer see as a luxury, or a much-needed vent for life’s steam, stress and burdens. More and more it is a doorway to a pathway on which the vehicle is the body, the motor is our whole, present being in which everything works in blessed synch; every part is allowed its role and the drama, distortions and dominations of certain areas (especially the mind, which has come to run the show in our head-based culture) are evened out and balanced, allowing release and space for the deepest wisdom to become accessible to us...if we are willing to listen.

 

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