Sticking my head in the sand is what I have done for a long time, taking away responsibilities and disbelieving that I am actually in this teacher training?!?! With a lot of help and courage I have dared to stick my head back up and owned up this opportunity, that my fear was trying to run away from. Plus life happened to me as well and kept me extremely busy in all its good ways!
I am now on day 3 of the second module :-D so yes I survived part 1! This poem I wrote after the 1st module in New York and just discovered back in my notebook.
I devote this shaking poem to my body, which was shaking of nerves at the start and was shaken by the rhythms of the drums. Then left to be shaken up with all its changes.
DRUMS SHAKING ME FREE
Deep sounds of the drums got me started Reaching my feet to tremble, triple and stamp the floor United with other souls on the dancefloor Mastering our own moves from within Shaking the earth, our bodies and emotions
Shivers from top till toe Hips from side to side in the rhythm of the beat Arms floating, punching, flapping, swaying, drifting in the sky Kicking the legs up high Infinite opportunities to move the body New connections are made with myself and others Grasping for breath to keep me going
Making every move count from back till front Eliza was here with no idea what to expect
Feet ready to take each step to move in all directions Recovering with sauna’s, yoga & messages Eager to stay embodied with all that I have experienced Excited to grow within my dance everywhere I go