Tu/TH and sometimes FRI. 8-8:30 am PST, a few bonus times.
$240/series. Can be made in two payments. $120 now, $120 by June 1.
EARLY BIRD pricing- register by March 28th, $190/series. Can be made in two payments $95 now, $95 by June 1.
For the spring series of ALIGN theme is the energy of spring- fertility, growth, expansion, storms. Our short and potent practices are magnetized around this theme, with room for adjustments and evolutions. Each class I will offer a thought or teaching, and a connected movement/dance prompt, meditation, or journal practice. While the classes follow an arc they are also stand alone.
This is an ONLINE series, live on zoom, or through recording.
For the time period you are signed up you will have access to ALL the ALIGN classes for the past two years.
MORE ON SPRING
Spring is wild, forceful, willful, after all it takes a tremendous force of energy to pop open bright pick buds from a slumbering stick.
"...you don't need any more of your springtimes to win me: one is already more than my blood can take." RILKE, 9th elegy translation Gary Miranda
There is a kind of wild enlivening as spring urgently exhales herself from underground, heeding to the sun, the rain, the wind, the hail, driving the grass to suddenly shoot up inches in a few days, the daffodils and the cherry blossoms to their vibrant swan song.
Under Spring's spell, We, the animals, become restless, sometimes reckless; make declarations, engage in sporadic actions- begin, push, retreat, with the welling up force.
We seek expressions of the life force, we thrill in risk.
Springtime seduces with her intoxicating scent- nightwalks in the first lurch of warm humidity become dizzying when the lilacs breaths, when we pass beneath the sexy round scent of flowing trees
And the unpredictable snapping back and forth, warm spring day, then grey sky, or an unexpected frost. The drama of the darkening sky before a spring storm; violent and needy, under its deluge the tulips lay down, hang on, and wait.
In the desert the dry canyon becomes a raging ravine- clear and apparent danger if you are caught in its path, perhaps even death.
And then the spring leans back when it is over, See- she says- it was tough, you were afraid of the intensity of change, but now wildflowers are springing up, and animals come to drink.
Her wisdom of force and power is not to be played or under appreciated. Her beauty is stunning, the wheeling headiness makes us lose our fixed identities, and forge forward in the unstable patterns, bowing to change, bowing to wildness.
We are in spring. In the northern hemisphere we are in spring. In the United States, we are in spring, In our consciousness, individually, collectively, we are in spring. I bow to you spring, may your energy guide us to a new way that honors the life force, that wraps around love, that responds to both urgent calls and gentle new paths. That is made of inherent hope because spring comes again and again.