School of Movement Medicine - Mindfulness in Motion
Issue: July2010

Lollover Hill
About half a mile from the EarthSpirit Centre there is an absolutely charming hill called Lollover Hill.  David, who runs the centre, insists this name is pronounced as Loll-Lover which gives an impression of a pair of lazy lovers reclined together in dappled English summer sunshine, forever gently caressing each other but never actually getting round to the act of love itself.

It was on top of this hill about 2 weeks ago that, in the presence of 100 people who I was leading in a silent ceremonial procession to the Movement Medicine Summer Long Dance,  I found myself overwhelmed by an intense, almost physical emotion.  As we waited at the top of the hill for the whole procession to arrive I tried to go through in my mind the short talk I planned to make about the importance of making a connection with the land where we were about to hold the ceremony and to draw people’s attention how for millennia different groups of very different people would have walked this land either as an act of pilgrimage, celebration or ritual.   But instead of gathering my thoughts together, my attention was fully absorbed by the sight of Glastonbury Tor lit up by the early evening sunlight a few miles away and in my chest I felt a powerful pull and I knew that I would have to walk there soon. 


When I did walk to Glastonbury Tor and climbed the concrete steps up to St. Michael’s Tower at the top the experience was a disappointment.  I found myself asking what I was doing there as I picked my way between the groups of ‘spiritual’ tourists who either seemed to occupy themselves sitting in circles mediating while drinking from coke cans or using the two kissing gates very literally indeed and so holding up the queue of people wanting to pass. 


It was only on my return journey back to the EarthSpirit Centre, when I caught some magnificent views of the Tor from the Somerset Levels, that I realised the importance of a this kind of experience is never in the arrival but is always in the journey.  The destination is vital in that is defines the journey but is in fact almost incidental beyond that.  The destination is just one point among a multitude of other points.  Yes those lovers up there on Lollover Hill may one day finish their journey and actually consummate their love but what is that compared to the years of gentle relaxed foreplay?


Earlier this week, as we putting the finishing touches to the leaflets which are due to be printed and sent out in our postal mailing at the end of August, I was visited by a friend who was complaining about an assignment she had to write for a course she had been obliged to do just so that she could teach yoga in a Local Authority establishment.  She had no interest in the course itself as it had nothing to do with Yoga but if she didn’t do it she would lose her livelihood.


This made me think about the difference in the course my friend was doing and the courses we offer, especially the Apprenticeship course, for which not only is there considerable pre-requisite work before being accepted on it but even once one has completed the course there is a further year of study before one can teach and even then there is absolute no guarantee of having a reasonable income from the work.  Yet the present apprenticeship programme was fully booked and when the teacher training programme is completed next year and the new teachers begin teaching their success or failure will be very much up to them as they will be pioneers in taking this work out into the world.


The course my friend is following is very much like buying a ticket to travel to certain destination.  We judge the success or failure or such transactions on whether we arrive at our destination on time and whether our baggage is still with us.  The journey itself is almost an irrelevant inconvenience and is usually sold to us on how convenient and quick it will be.  Our courses are not like this at all.  The emphasis is not on the destination at all.  Rather it is on the fact that when you do arrive that not only will you be different but also the way that you view the world will be different and you will be equipped to make a difference in that world.


The next Apprenticeship Programme starts in March 2012.  It is already possible to download the application form from the website at or email me at if you would like me to send you one

The first batch of applications should be submitted by January 1st 2011 but there will but there will another chance to apply later in the year and the second batch of applications is due by August 31st 2011.


The essential pre-requisites for this work are the Journey of Empowerment, Initiation and The Phoenix Retreat.  There are still a few places on Initiation this year.  It starts on the afternoon of Friday 3rd September through till lunchtime on Sunday 12th.   Please either download an application form from the website or email me on and I’ll send you one.  Application forms for Journey of Empowerment and The Phoenix Retreat will be available very soon.

By the way the 165 participants on this year's  Long Dance raised about £30,000 for charity of which about £8000 went to Survival International.


Wishing you a relaxing summer




Under this Sky, there is Truly Nothing New
By Ya'Acov

I’m on the edge here, well, more on the brink as my fingers move slowly on the keyboard, itching to stretch out and away from all things keyboard, awaiting that special moment that comes but once a year when they reach for the off button and with due ceremonial accord, press it until the screen goes blank and we disappear into the realms of the delightfully ordinary for a few weeks

It’s a good job really since our polytunnel is going crazy, producing hordes of super fresh cucumbers and legions of tomatoes from many a different variety. This year, our garden needs us to get tending, picking, and chewing.


We are fresh back from the third module of our Apprenticeship Programme in Somerset and we’ve given ourselves two days to complete all our administration work before our summer break. The last six weeks have been an epic time in my life. Workshops in Luzern, Dublin, South Africa, the Netherlands and Israel were swiftly followed by a Vision Quest week here on Dartmoor and then time with our apprentices. In the middle of that time, I did a 12 day fast and colon cleanse followed by a month-long internal cleanse. After all, why not? In for a penny, in for a pound as they say! It didn’t stop there either as on July 2nd, 100 intrepid guests converged on the Earth Spirit Centre where we were working, popped up their tents and then popped into a large white marquee to dance for 48 hours with 170 others who had come to join them for this year’s Summer Long Dance. What a sight it was as they were led ceremonially by Roland over the hill between the Earth Spirit Centre and the land on which we were dancing. For the Long Dance, everyone dresses in white to honour our interconnectedness and the intention of our collective give-away and prayers.


I wrote these words recently for a song I’m working on.


We are elemental beings of this Earth

Can you remember what this life is worth

When death comes and smiles into your eyes

Will you sing your song and tell him life never dies

This is my spirit song and I sing it to you

Under this sky there is truly nothing new


I’m sharing this with you because they speak to me of the essence of our Long Dance ceremony. The opportunity to give something away without our cultural norm of asking ‘what will I get out of it?’ is a big cornerstone in the foundations of our work. Not to be holy, not to be a saint, not to think ourselves as special in any way, but simply to dance together and pray together and offer our life energy back to life with a smile, a tear, and a good old-fashioned wiggle – I’ll sing and dance to that til the day I die. Funny thing is, as it seems it usually is in the big paradox we inhabit, there ain’t nothing more fulfilling on earth than giving what we came here to give!


And what an ending to the season’s work it was. The Long Dance was many things. For me personally, it was the culmination of years and years of dreaming the rebirth of this kind of summer gathering; a place where people could gather, dance their socks off and pray as if there was no tomorrow in gratitude for the opportunity to live here in a body on this earth. A place where healing happens with great music and generally excellent support. A place where dreams are strengthened, ancestors are honoured, great lessons are learned and community is remembered. A place where we get back to something basic, deprived of world cup distractions and comfort food – a place where we meet our edges and some of them, if we are willing to engage with them, get polished. A ceremony where there is space for people to come forward and make their offerings and be witnessed as they do so without judgement or criticism. We are developing as a community and naturally along the way, a few rough edges become visible. Thank goodness and the GC (Great Chorographer) that we have the dance and a sense of humour and a very sunny song about Movement Medicine that David Matthews sang for us on the last morning to help us not to take ourselves too seriously!


On top of all that, the ceremony also raised more than £30,000 (over $45000) for a variety of different projects including more than £8000 for Survival International. As you can imagine, to create a gathering like this, as well as to participate in it, takes a great deal. I want to thank all who participated, all our apprentices who worked so hard throughout the ceremony, our excellent Staff team and Pathfinders, Mark Boylan for his organisational brilliance, the great team of musicians, Emily and James and their family whose land we danced on, and particularly Roland for his months and months of dedicated work and effort to make this dream a reality for so many. And if it wasn’t for having Susannah by my side, keeping me in order, singing her beautiful songs, being the Movement Medicine Woman she is, then I may have checked out of this gig a long time ago.


After the ceremony was over, one of the things that I was left with most strongly on a personal level is something to do with grace of timing. I have held this vision for many years. If it had happened any sooner, if I hadn’t been a little cleansed by the disappointments and frustrations of life when dreams seem to meander along in their own time no matter how much will I tried to exert, I know for a fact that I would have truly messed the thing up big time. Gabrielle used to tell us, and to be honest, sometimes it drove me mad, that once all the ingredients are in the wine bottle and the cork is in place, the wine needs time to rest in the dark and mature. From where I am now, what goes on in the mysterious darkness where nothing appears to be happening, is the carving and the becoming of the soul and a truly traditional apprenticeship. I am beyond gratitude for the time life forced me to spend in the bottle and I pray for all of us that we each have the time to mature in our won way, at the right time and in accordance with the highest good for all.


And so, our summer is tapping on the window and beckoning me with the sweet smell of jasmine and I must follow in the footsteps of all things. I wish you well and that all you dream may come to pass in a good way for us all. As any musician will tell us, timing is everything.


When we return after our break, we will be straight into our 10-day Initiation which is followed  by the third module of  Ritual which includes the Burial of the Warrior Ceremony and a mini Long Dance.


With love and respect all ways always.


Ya’Acov DK.

July 2010



“A good relationship to death brings us a calm urgency and an ever-deepening appreciation of the breath we breathe, the lives we are living, and the people we are living them with. Like any other relationship, our full attention is required. Unlike any other relationship, this is not one we can walk away from. Death is coming whether we are ready or not.”


P.S. Look out for the Long Dance film which will be being cut over the summer and the Long Dance CD (all profits in aid of Survival International) which will be out for Winter Solstice celebrations we hope.



Wild Dreams

By Susannah

The Long Dance was a WOW. Truly pushing the envelope of what I felt I can do, others can do, and the states that we can create through pure dance, intention and movement meditation. I slept 5 hours in 56 hours and felt energised and strong the whole time.  Well, nearly the whole time!

Half opening my eyes as I half woke up after our first ‘night’ of two and a half hours sleep, I whispered to Ya’Acov, “what time is it? How much longer have we got? “ I was hoping that we had another half hour, to capsize back into dream land. But it was just before the alarm went. As I found my toothbrush all I could think was, “we’re MAD- why on earth are we doing this?” Then I got outside and saw the early morning sky, dark clouds scattered over fresh blue sky, warm hued sunlight lighting up the land, mist hanging low over the levels, the air clean and clear and everything sparkling and I was so glad to be alive and awake. Oh this is why!!! Soon we were all dancing again, and joy and humour about our shared madness lighting up people’s faces.

I am thrilled, moved, proud, wowed. The Apprenticeship and first big open Long Dance was an extra-ordinary event, I think, for all concerned. Not all easy. Challenging. Tough. Demanding. And at the same time, people, myself included, exceeded my wildest expectations. What can happen when you absolutely decide to do something. What can happen when you do that with others, when our will aligns.

For us and our apprentices to work together, to host our guests, to make this event real, was a beautiful step into co-creative community. Mark Boylan, one of our pathfinder Movement Medicine teachers, did  (and does) amazing work helping create the foundations of self-organizing community work teams to hold all aspects of the Long Dance through the days and nights. Every apprentice offered hours of service time, whether it was as a first aider, cleaning the loos, giving hugs, taking care of the physical space, looking after the musicians, etc so that everyone else could let go and be taken care of.

Roland and Susanne worked for months to realise this dream with countless details.

Ya’Acov had a wild dream. When others said “people need more sleep” or “people can’t/won’t raise that sort of money” he wouldn’t have it. But kept being clear that everyone is free, but that he was upholding a high level of faith in what us human beings can do. Yes even us western, modern sort of human beings.  I take my hat off to you Mr Darling Khan and to everyone who was willing to shelve their disbelief and go with it.

For me, with my long standing longing for a space where song and dance and party and prayer and the strength, courage and tenderness meet, it was and is a dream answered. The heart bursting moment on Monday when it felt like 170 people had a simultaneous ecstatic heart flowering fire burst together in the dance was a glory beyond any clubbing experience I have ever had, even on the best you no what’s of the old days. This was pure human ecstasy, brought about by skill, devotion, patience, long dancing, human kindness, many heart melts and healings, much tears and laughter, and I felt the divine smiling on us, in us and through us.

Thank you to everyone who supported this event, in any way,

And I wish all of us good summers, beautiful holy days re-connecting with the land, with the beauty of life, following our dreams, and making love visible through our work and our play, as we each play our part in meeting the challenges of this time,

As Lynn twist says “ you don’t have a big part to play, you don’t have a small part, you have YOUR part”


Wishing you Love, Joy, Strength, and Grace, and to know that you are not alone,











Vision Quest 2010

By Ali Young

I have packed too much. I hadn’t wanted to get cold or wet or to

be uncomfortable. I am so well prepared it is way too much to

carry, for what feels like miles across the Moor on a blistering hot

day in June. I lag behind, reminded of being the smallest and

physically weakest during my school days, also recalling the

humiliation that tended to accompany this, when no-one wants

you on their sports team. I observe that I would rather have a

heart attack than ask anyone to stop. Hmm......there’s a facet of

ego....the face of pride....

Having arrived at base camp we all strike out even further to

find a place to sit for two days. As others stride off into the far

distance, I feel strongly called by a shady glade, by the stream, full

of foxgloves. I am surrounded suddenly by the most exquisite

iridescent blue-green dragonfly’ insect I have been in

intimate relationship with this past year and so I take it as a sign

and deposit the few things I have with me in order to mark my

chosen territory. Funny that.


Waiting for everyone to return I grow colder and colder. By the

time the ritual begins I leap to my feet, eager to be on the move.

I forget to use the threshold or introduce myself to the spirits of the

land, asking, simply to be shown how I may serve better. My

buddies follow behind and after a failed negotiation, because I am

not clear enough about my needs, we all set off up the valley to

agree a meeting point for the next few days. With a buddy system

in place we are all required to visit once a day and leave a

message for our companions to let them know that we are OK. We

need to find a relatively equidistant place. One of my buddies is

encamped miles away. Walking up the valley away from my

rucksack, I ponder my inability to secure this basic requirement

for myself and begin to feel resentful. It’s dusk and I’m feeling

anxious about setting up my shelter before nightfall. I can see that

on so many levels my anxiety is completely irrational, but I can’t

help it. The whole setting up escapade is to be one of my hardest

times over the next two days. I even help my second buddy find

her lost marking before I head all the way back down the valley to

get my things. Hmm.....another pattern not state

needs, help others when I need to sort my self out, feel

resentful....Ah well....


I am finally setting up my tarpaulin just as it gets dark. Never

having made such a rudimentary shelter on my own before, I am

ridiculously pleased with myself and set out to finds branches to

create my circle around my camp.


It has been suggested that we get ourselves up two or three times

during the night. Having been working very hard recently and

having arrived feeling completely knackered a lot of my personal

process in the days of preparation before coming out has been

about my relationship with external authority. I go to sleep.


I am awakened the next day at dawn, by the pony family who

arrive to drink from the the nearby water. It is about 4 in the

morning. I stride out up the hill in front of my camp. I walk and

walk and walk. The sun comes up and it grows hotter. I walk. As

I walk I become aware of feelings I’ve been having about a long

time close female friend who has not responded to my

communications over the last year. I know she’s busy, but away

from distraction and work I begin to really feel what’s in my heart

about this situation. I am feeling undervalued and

ignored.....abandoned even. This one has been floating around for

a while, along with my awareness that I can sometimes find it

really difficult to accept it when life(and people)changes. Given

that I aspire to acceptance this is one of life’s dilemma’s for me.


Arriving at a stone monument I ask the stone if it will act as my

witness You’ve heard of La Stone therapy? This was a sister

treatment. Stones make great listening ears....they’ve got all day,

they don’t charge by the hour.....what more can I say? After I’d

spoken to that friend, I spoke to two others. I wept and I raged.


I’d been in and out of therapy for a number of years, in order to

address apparently irrational deep-seated feelings of

abandonment, before I discovered that my mother had given me to

my aunt for the first six months of my life, whilst she nursed her

dying alcoholic mother. I’d grown up feeling more attached to my

aunt than my mother and could never really understand why I

always felt so bereft when I left her home. My body remembered

though and I was still trying to deal with the legacy well into my

thirties, when my aunt finally decided somebody really ought to

tell me. It is only in the last few months that I have become truly,

fully, aware that some of the drama’s I have run in my intimate

relationships with women really belong in that original situation

and I finally felt ready to take full responsibility. The depth of

feeling I associate with being discarded, whilst it may have some

reality and validity to it in the present day really belongs back

there and it is time for me to take full responsibility for my feelings

and stop releasing emotional toxicity when other people don’t

behave according to my agenda.


In truth, I am amazed at what arises, here, with a stone, in the

middle of the Moor. At one point, a man appears over the hill with

a large rucksack on his back(almost as large as mine, though he

does look better equipped than me to carry his). I can see that he

is desperately curious about what the hell I’m up to....but I Do Not

Want To Be Disturbed and I feel, once again, ridiculously pleased

when he reluctantly wanders off over the hill, turning to look back

every now and then to ponder this raving lunatic he’s comes

across in the middle of his walking holiday. Given that there are

24 of us dotted around this valley I wonder, chuckling, how many

more shocks he has in store today?


Feeling remarkably cleansed and not at all hungry, on my first

morning of spring water, I simply enjoy, on the way back to my

circle.....the blazing sky, the ponies, the flowers, the warmth on my

body, walking, being alive.


I have spent about 12 hours wandering the moor, walking in all

four directions, stopping at lunchtime (well it would be if I was

eating) for a snooze. I notice what an active person I am and that

I love to strike out for far distant horizons, just to see what they

hold. I am a natural explorer. Sitting contemplation not for me,

but rather a noticer-on- the hoof.......which reminds me, that my

second walk seems to be my Medicine walk. Coming to a piece of

ground scattered with brown and white feathers I begin, feverishly,

to collect as many as I can hold. Puzzling over what bird they

belonged to and assuming it met it’s end in the talons of a buzzard

or the jaws of a fox, I realize it has been a young sea-gull.

Strange somehow to have come all this way inland from the sea

where I live and be here collecting gull feathers. A dead gull. I

wonder whether this a message that we should go ahead with the

move we have pondered this year.....or the opposite.......or just

seagull feathers, which I am enjoying, regardless.......I also find a

whole lot of burnt heather wood, which is so marvelous in it’s

twisted knarliness it fills me with desire for a collecting bag.


I plan to come back for more but do not, as a new horizon calls

me.....hey maybe that’s what happened to my absent friend. Life

just is.....our feelings about it truly are, our responsibility. Most

excitingly, because I’ve somehow been working through some sort

of process with Deer Medicine this last year, I find a deer leg. I

imagine how my dear sweet friend Xenia, who’s not much of an

outdoor girl and was horrified by the bits of dead sheep we found

lying around when we were first walking out, will take a deer leg

in the car on the way home? Maybe best not to tell her I think.


The wind is up tonight and I wonder whether my shelter will

hold. It does....under a significant challenge from the weather

spirits....if that’s a metaphor, I am pleased by the reflection it work holds under challenge.....and the pony family are

back again......wonderful to observe these natural rhythms.....they,

like me, need to drink regularly....we are, all utterly dependent

upon Water...the sun rises, travels round the valley and sets, the

moon rises and falls and the sun rises again....maybe too the Deep

Feminine rose and fell, overshadowed by what has felt like an

overbearing masculine(for where is the moon n the heat of the

day?), but all life moves in cycles and she rises again, to bring her

cool, dark, balm to the world, as one cycle must always, by the

law of nature give way to!!!


In the evening I sleep...again.


I spent most of the rest of the day in sheer and simple delight in

my surroundings. Away from work, conversational demands,

washing dishes, e-mail and all the other clutter of contemporary

living I fell headlong into bees, grasshoppers, dragonfly’s, rushing

water and tree canopy’s. The woods were where I spent most of

my time as a child and I have always found immense solace in her

arms, as she provides such a peaceful crucible in which to just BE.

I come back full of gratitude for my magnificent life, apologise to

the spirits for my lack of etiquette on arrival.......I sing by the fire

which has held us all in it’s warmth these last two days and

return...home from whence I came in the first place. It would be a

good day to die!

There are still places available on the 3rd Ritual Module - Burial Ceremony and Long Dance Ceremony 28th Sept - 5th Oct.  Residential at Rill Centre, Devon, UK.  Contact Roland for an application form.

Peace and War
By Susannah

I was very touched when Ben Yeger, one of the great people on our apprenticeship, told me about Bassam Aramin, who is one of the founder members of Combatants for Peace. Bassam is a Palestinian man, who despite his personal losses (his 9 yr old Daughter was shot by an Israeli border policeman, unprovoked, on her way out of school) has become a passionate, heartful advocate for peace, through deep dialogue and engagement with the “other”.

Bassam spent 7 years in an Israeli prison during his teenage years as a result of his anger and violent demonstration against the occupation. Whilst in Prison, he saw a documentary about the holocaust in which he had a massive “ahhaaa!” and heart opening, as he understood why the Israelis behaved as they did, and understood that they were scared, and that what was needed from him was to help them see him, and understand that he was not a fearful monster, but another human being. As Ben spoke about Bassam I felt my own heart opening.

This July, Ben who is an Israeli ex combatant and the UK representative for CfP, has organised for 16 members of the movement to come to England, away from the pressures of the conflict and all it entails on both sides, for 10 days in which a space for dialogue, nourishment and reflection will be created.

During this time (21-30 July) there are four opportunities to witness the group’s work in the public realm and on behalf of Ben and CfP I warmly invite you to check out this link and come if you possibly can.

Some of the stories of the Combatants for Peace members are on the Forgiveness Project website as is Ben’s:

 A few weeks ago Ya’Acov and I were in Israel, offering our dancing version of the Pachamama “Awakening the Dreamer” symposium with a group of Israeli dancers at the surreally beautiful Adama centre in the desert.

 We arrived in the sticky heat outside Ben Gurion airport to a deluge of text messages about the “Marmara boat” incident. In the days that followed we witnessed again and again the speed and ease with which the forest fires of polarisation and blame can take hold. From both and all sides. What a fearsome dance. And what a vicious circle it binds us all in.

It’s a human thing, I know that well, when I feel threatened, when my adrenaline is ‘up’ I literally hear and see things differently. And so it seems. Whether one sees oneself or one’s country or one’s people as powerful or fragile depends on one’s perspective, one’s experience, one’s history and one’s story.

 My story is this. I have always seen myself as a bridge. Living in Kenya as a child- being English and having Irish and German boyfriends before meeting Ya’Acov my Jewish husband. Along with most of Europe probably, I feel the horror of the holocaust still resonating. When I was 19, I was on “The Walk to Moscow” a peace walk which originated in San Francisco and crossed the states, Eire, England, France, Belgium, Holland, W Germany (where I joined it)  Czechoslovakia, and Poland by foot. We intended to walk through RussiaAuschwitz. Cold shivers even now nearly 30 years later. When we were recently in Jerusalem, we went to the Holocaust museum and once again reeled with it. I picked up a book called ‘Hassidic tales of the Holocaust’ which has accompanied me ever since. Extra-ordinary and ordinary real human stories of courage and horror and strength and love which have illuminated more than any museum has done but were arrested and thrown out. The point was to cut through the poisonous rhetoric of the cold war and make human links across the political E-W divide. En route, we stopped for 3 days at

The first time I was in Israel I was talking with a young Jewish Israeli woman about our local (English) Steiner School, and how they send their 15 year olds every year to visit one of the concentration camp memorials as an essential part of their education. I was telling her of how the kids come back having wept their hearts out, held each other, mourned together, full of poetry and new awareness as they try to fathom this. As she heard that these young people wept and fainted at the gas chambers she wept too… “you mean, they are not even Jewish, and they care…. about us….??” . This was so beautiful and at the same time so shocking….. “you mean you feel so isolated and alone, as a Jew, as a people, that you are surprised that other people, other children, should care about your suffering?” I wanted to say.

 The first time that I ran my women’s workshop Sanctuary in Israel, when we invited the ancestors to dance, we were right back there. Two women supported each other as they danced for and with their mothers who had each survived the war. Later they found out that their mothers had lived on the same street in Warsaw. Arab Israeli women had a different dance with their mothers, honouring that history. The challenge seems to be to first find compassion for our own history, bringing mercy and healing to the wounds of our own ancestral lines, and then to extend this to compassionate empathy to others, to other “tribes” and to cross the toxic ghettoisation of separation. (see: Jeremy Rifkin - The Empathic Civilisation:

And that is a big “ask”. As Eva Moses Korr (who survived the Dr Mengele’s twin experiments in Auschwitz with her sister) says, she learned 3 things from her time there:

- And not to pre-judge people. That prejudice, quick judgment based on assumptions and generalizations, without real knowledge of the “other” is what allows the dehumanization of the ‘other’ which is a precondition of cold blooded violence and genocide. She talks with humility and humour about catching herself prejudging young men in a university campus in the US, with their “pants hanging down…. allowing light into parts which should never see the light of day….” And her assuming they were young thugs until one of them asked her if she needed help and she realised they were decent young men.

-that forgiveness is the power that no-one can take from you and that releases you from being a victim - never give up! Bambalela!

(For the DVD of Eva Mozes Kor speaking at a German Family Constellations Conference go to the DVD section of )

Wishing us all the courage to reach out beyond our images of each other and engage in the dialogue and listening that may help create peace, whatever the level of conflict we may find ourselves in.

And thanks to all those who work for peace, and wishing the Combatant’s for Peace group a healing and beautiful time in the UK, and many seeds of healing and inspiration planted for the future’s garden.

Susannah DK


Great News from the Movement Medicine Shop
New CDs appearing soon - keep an eye on the site, and we now have a fantastic new product available.  It’s called Invocation or Liquid Smudge. It’s been developed over many years by Native American Medicine Man Blue Eagle. We first came across this product through Luc at Orval where Blue Eagle sometimes teaches. Quite simply, it’s by far the best purification, cleansing substance that we have ever found on any of our travels.

We have been in negotiations for several months to try to find a way of importing the Liquid Smudge at an affordable price. It has now arrived by ship from Canada and is available in the shop.


Liquid Smudge consists of 100% natural essential oils and plant extracts. These oils and extracts are combined in a synergetic holistic formula according to traditional Native American principles applied to current scientific procedures.


It does not contain any preservatives, stabilizers or synthetic fragrances.


One or two sprays or drops of Liquid Smudge are sufficient to purify your space and create harmony around you. Use Liquid Smudge to enhance relaxation and rest, to improve concentration and meditation, to promote wellbeing, and to cleanse the energies around you, your home and working space.


Liquid Smudge comes in four sizes.


Size                                        Cost


120ml                                      £55.00


60ml                                        £37.50


29ml                                        £26.75


7.4ml                                       £16.50


All prices are plus packaging and posting. Please go to the Movement Medicine Shop for more details. Enjoy!


Letter to Susannah

Dear Susannah,

I met you again after a baby pause in February in Olten.  My life has beautifully changed and I feel very grateful to be able to grow and develop in this way. Gratefulness makes me write this letter to you as the perfect mirror for me and my life in past, presence and future.

I experienced you as a mother, as a young girl, as a midwife, as a healing woman and a caregiver. Especially in the group in Waldhaus, ”Journey of Empowerment”, I sensed your gentleness, your allowance, your compassion and acceptance to all that is.


I come from years of Yoga training and after that seven years living and working in a Buddhist meditation centre. Discipline and ethics in a spiritual setting were dominating my life. I was doing the green Tara practice and felt deeply connected with a female goddess, a great mirror for me. But something was missing. Gabrielle Roth’s five rhythm workshops always offered me a little relief during these years, but something was missing there too….


Now that my son is three and half year old, I can meet you and Ya´Acov again in the great project you have created together. My heart jumps when I hear “Movement Medicine” and when I follow your book and the great guided meditations on the CD.  I have meditated many years but now- when I stand in my room after a day of work and I invite my inner dancer to move, supported by your great voices- it is so simple and free, without effort. My Yin can flow freely and I am finally arriving in this body as a woman, as a mother and a dancer. You have offered a spiritual approach to the people and this is a gift from our great mother, or as you said so lovingly: Mama.


This is what we all need so much, after centuries of fighting the body, suppressing our emotions and abusing the elements.  Even in spiritual practices there is so much overwhelming Yang energy, so much judgement, “spasm” and law and order mentality.


This is what I received from you as female teacher: being a friend, being an example and being a goddess- one divine being that calls me to discover my own divinity. It is so simple, so strong. Out of this wonderful Yin symphony in my body, heart and mind there is creativity arising. I feel like playing the piano again after fifteen years pause. I want to compose songs, sing more and paint. I want to dance and write and create!!


Thank you Susannah for the great gift you have offered. You work is touching my heart and soul. May you be healthy and may you be well and all your projects and ideas flourish and grow!!


Kristin Glenewinkel

By Victor Anderson

One of my main reasons for liking Movement Medicine is that it highlights the ecological crisis we are living in the middle of, honouring the web of life and our connectedness with past and future.  As many other people are attracted to it for the same reason, I’m hoping it will be of interest to you to read about what is going on with the ecology crisis on the levels of governments, business, and science.

Over the past five years or so, climate change has moved up the political agenda – a good thing, but it brings the danger that it can lead us to forget about the world’s other ecological problems.  Two international treaties were signed in 1992, at the Earth Summit in Rio de Janeiro, the biggest-ever gathering of world leaders discussing environment and development problems.  One was on climate change, and the other was on biological diversity, species extinction, ecosystems.

Both treaties included provision for follow-up meetings (“Conferences of the Parties”, or “CoPs”).  The most recent Climate Change CoP was held last December, in Copenhagen.  The next Biological Diversity CoP is this October, in Nagoya, Japan, October 18th to 29th.  I would like to see this become a focus for our hopes and prayers/etc for the future of the world.

Although conflicts of economic interest made Copenhagen a failure, there are a few factors which could make Nagoya turn out positively.  First, the European Union was annoyed by what happened at Copenhagen, despite the best efforts of the EU to provide leadership for the process.  Taking the initiative for Nagoya, as the EU is now trying to do, is seen as a way of reaffirming an important role for Europe in the world.

Second, the scientific community is stirring, and has successfully pressed for the setting up of an equivalent to the hugely influential Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC).  Currently this is being called Intergovernmental Science-Policy Platform on Biodiversity and Ecosystem Services, but maybe someone will come up with a catchier title in time for the October conference.

Thirdly, sections of business are taking an interest.  If you sell tinned fish, you might be getting worried about depletion of fish stocks.  If you grow anything at all, you might get worried about soil quality and water supply.  A business bandwagon is starting to roll – one sign of which is the ‘Business of Biodiversity’ event at London’s ExCel Centre on July 13th.

A combination of business concern and scientific evidence is feeding into an important programme of work highlighting the economic aspects of ecosystem destruction – ‘TEEB’, which stands for The Economics of Ecosystems and Biodiversity.  This is timed to produce its final report ready for October.  It aims to do for biodiversity what the Stern Report on the economics of climate change did for climate – i.e. get economists to take it seriously at last!

Most of the world’s ecosystems are deteriorating, and there are powerful forces pushing our planet further in this same direction.  However, as I’ve outlined here, there are some moves now within government, business, science, and economics, which might just provide some new sources of hope.


Victor Anderson.

Victor works as an economist for WWF (formerly known as the World Wildlife Fund):




Movement Medicine Class in London

By Caroline Carey

Ya'Acov asked me if I would pull together a group of apprentices to dance at the Mind Body Spirit Festival in London this year. And so we turned up with no idea of what we were going to do. Ya'Acov read us a story and we got the idea. We would follow this story improvising mostly, after a ten minute of discussion around it. No rehearsal.

So you can view this performance on youtube. Here is a story with great depth about the consumerism we have allowed our culture to fall prey to. There is a strong message in it. So you can view this performance on youtube.

I hope you enjoy it.

And so my own work will continue in London.

A weekly Class is Starting in September.

It is a real privilege for me to be offering this wonderful mesa.

I hope you will join us for a weekly dance.


Please see the details below.

Discover the intelligence and creativity of your own moving body.

Through this work you will;

  • Be introduced to the basic practice of Movement Medicine
  • Gain the support to find your own free dance
  • Learn to communicate freely with others
  • Develop your confidence in your own offering to life
  • Gain a healthier body, heart and mind
  • Explore being yourself in any situation, understanding your own personality and the way you relate to others
  • Explore movement that involves the elements (earth fire water air) to enable a closer connection to the forces of nature and the planet we live on
  • Deepen your relationship to your soul and the spirit of dance.

This work is open to anyone regardless of age, shape, culture or experience.

London NW3

From September 22nd Wednesdays 7pm - 9pm

£10 per class 


Hampstead Town Hall Centre (Dance Studio 1) 
213 Haverstock Hill 
London NW3 4QP

contact Estela


The views expressed here do not necessarily represent the views of the School of Movement Medicine. Roland Wilkinson, Nappers Crossing, Staverton, Devon TQ9 6PD, UK Tel & Fax +44 (0)1803 762255 http://www.