Check my new dance movie with music by the phenomenal local band Pollens!
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Thursday, November 24, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
That's a bad blogger
I'm still a Live Person.
I also am a Yoga Teacher over here.
I promise to write here about dance/art life more often.
I even have a new dance film to post soon. I really, really like it.
It is called Animal.
love, Lasara
I also am a Yoga Teacher over here.
I promise to write here about dance/art life more often.
I even have a new dance film to post soon. I really, really like it.
It is called Animal.
love, Lasara
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Work Shoes
I love my body and I want my knee to heal, so I think I have to get these unbearably ugly shoes.
God Help Me.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Namaha
I am overcome.
I've just finished teacher training. What is it about the power of opening and closing circles? They inject the room with some kind of potency serum. This is why we need rituals, they shine a spotlight on the meaning already present in the room. Looking around the circle I experience nothing but love for each exceedingly brave face. With my eyes closed in meditation, I saw all of our hearts glowing red in our chests, like someone had come and wrapped us in gigantic Christmas lights, making one strand out of us. It was a watershed hour. What an extraordinary pleasure to witness so many people open up, be vulnerable, and genuinely examine themselves. These people let themselves be seen being afraid, be seen being unsure, be seen not knowing, be seen investigating the divide between purusha and prakriti. They gave me that gift. They gave me the gift of allowing me to really see them. Having acknowledged this act in them, I can acknowledge it in myself as well. This is a new definition of generosity for me. As each person spoke my tears renewed. There are Tess and I next to each other with no tissues, just snotting all over our selves.
Here is something I know, I have a hard time meeting fear. Generally, when it looks like I'm going to get an opportunity to meet him (and fear is a him), I go running just as fast as my size six-and-a-half's can carry me. I faked sickness to get out of school. I faked injury to get out of ballet class (four years worth). Now here I am with a real injury (good one, God!) and the tapas to go ahead and meet fear. I now know that I can turn towards myself when I am afraid to do something. I can take a look at the fear, figure out what it feels like in my body, make correlations about where it is coming from, and decide to do the fearful thing (which is what I really want to do in the first place). The surprising result is that I love myself more when I do this.
I am in such a state of gratitude. I am here on the couch, amid the squalor of my apartment when my boyfriend is out of town, thanking God (or whatever). Thank you for this shitty wine my boyfriend insists on buying from Trader Joe's. Thank you for this ancient teaching which reaches straight into my heart. Thank you for the Sutras. Thank you for every subtle and magnanimous change in each of my peers. Thank you for the ability to bring the seer out. Thank you for this body and the skillful, liquid, detailed, and fucking dope way that it moves. Thank you for bringing me to the practice. Thank you for my teachers and my teacher's teachers.
Lasara
I've just finished teacher training. What is it about the power of opening and closing circles? They inject the room with some kind of potency serum. This is why we need rituals, they shine a spotlight on the meaning already present in the room. Looking around the circle I experience nothing but love for each exceedingly brave face. With my eyes closed in meditation, I saw all of our hearts glowing red in our chests, like someone had come and wrapped us in gigantic Christmas lights, making one strand out of us. It was a watershed hour. What an extraordinary pleasure to witness so many people open up, be vulnerable, and genuinely examine themselves. These people let themselves be seen being afraid, be seen being unsure, be seen not knowing, be seen investigating the divide between purusha and prakriti. They gave me that gift. They gave me the gift of allowing me to really see them. Having acknowledged this act in them, I can acknowledge it in myself as well. This is a new definition of generosity for me. As each person spoke my tears renewed. There are Tess and I next to each other with no tissues, just snotting all over our selves.
Here is something I know, I have a hard time meeting fear. Generally, when it looks like I'm going to get an opportunity to meet him (and fear is a him), I go running just as fast as my size six-and-a-half's can carry me. I faked sickness to get out of school. I faked injury to get out of ballet class (four years worth). Now here I am with a real injury (good one, God!) and the tapas to go ahead and meet fear. I now know that I can turn towards myself when I am afraid to do something. I can take a look at the fear, figure out what it feels like in my body, make correlations about where it is coming from, and decide to do the fearful thing (which is what I really want to do in the first place). The surprising result is that I love myself more when I do this.
I am in such a state of gratitude. I am here on the couch, amid the squalor of my apartment when my boyfriend is out of town, thanking God (or whatever). Thank you for this shitty wine my boyfriend insists on buying from Trader Joe's. Thank you for this ancient teaching which reaches straight into my heart. Thank you for the Sutras. Thank you for every subtle and magnanimous change in each of my peers. Thank you for the ability to bring the seer out. Thank you for this body and the skillful, liquid, detailed, and fucking dope way that it moves. Thank you for bringing me to the practice. Thank you for my teachers and my teacher's teachers.
Lasara
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Eat, Pray, Love
I love the book, I love Elizabeth Gilbert. I believe that she gave an account of her year traveling and spun it toward grace and revelation within her own aesthetic values the way that all of us who make things do.
But that movie is complete shit balls.
But that movie is complete shit balls.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
New Feet
I had a body work session with Chiara this morning. I cried, I talked about what I was feeling, I imaged, I mobilized energy blockages, and then I got to have new feet all day. I took my new feet on the first walking meditation of my life. I blissed out on my new feet. I ENJOYED standing. I walked slowly, slowly, slowly around Capitol Hill. I let my feet spread out on the ground for the first time in my memory. Descending the stairs was a full five minute adventure. The front of my ankles let go. It was incredible. My face had more color in the mirror and my eyes were brighter. I was shiny and new and I walked around thinking, "I think I just love everybody."
Then I got stalked by a scary man in Trader Joe's who was clearly magnetized by my shiny newness. He followed me around the store and then got in line behind me at the checkout, standing right up on me. I mouthed to the checker that he was following me and she stalled him while I made my get away.
I ducked into Madison Market and called my mom while I calmed down. I tried to hold onto my new feet but it was hard to talk, worry, and feel the energy flow down and out of my feet. Plus, I remembered Chiara telling me to practice just letting everything go.
I got my feet back some on my slow walk home. I thought, "Wow, the Universe sends tests right away." Then I saw a tiny long haired dog going poop on the sidewalk. It had a little poop dangling from it's fur and I thought, "Oh good, the Universe sends jokes too."
Got the feet back at home with the shoes off. Lost them again at Victrola doing homework. Back really strongly in the bath. Currently, replaying the Trader Joe's stalker to Adam over dinner has spun my mind off into the Vritti's and they feel the most gone yet. I'm trying to just let it be, and to be gentle with the experience of anxiety high up in my chest after experiences of calmness, soothing, and grounding. I know that is just how it goes at first with anxiety.
I proposed to Chiara, but she already has a boyfriend.
Then I got stalked by a scary man in Trader Joe's who was clearly magnetized by my shiny newness. He followed me around the store and then got in line behind me at the checkout, standing right up on me. I mouthed to the checker that he was following me and she stalled him while I made my get away.
I ducked into Madison Market and called my mom while I calmed down. I tried to hold onto my new feet but it was hard to talk, worry, and feel the energy flow down and out of my feet. Plus, I remembered Chiara telling me to practice just letting everything go.
I got my feet back some on my slow walk home. I thought, "Wow, the Universe sends tests right away." Then I saw a tiny long haired dog going poop on the sidewalk. It had a little poop dangling from it's fur and I thought, "Oh good, the Universe sends jokes too."
Got the feet back at home with the shoes off. Lost them again at Victrola doing homework. Back really strongly in the bath. Currently, replaying the Trader Joe's stalker to Adam over dinner has spun my mind off into the Vritti's and they feel the most gone yet. I'm trying to just let it be, and to be gentle with the experience of anxiety high up in my chest after experiences of calmness, soothing, and grounding. I know that is just how it goes at first with anxiety.
I proposed to Chiara, but she already has a boyfriend.
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