Naked Under My Skin

At first, I can barely gasp for air. I die. The 'old' life is squeezed out of me. The humble, vulnerable, naked human surrenders. I go from solitude to intimacy. Inside the hug- My heart beats with their heart. And then I have to let go. Present tense pushes out past tense. The smush of body weight against the floor feels like a full body hug.


Dance Ecstasy-To Touch or Not To Touch

Poking around with a sharp tool I came across 2 articles I wrote published by Spirituality & Health Magazine on Ecstatic Dance. To Touch or Not to Touch by Carola Marashi First, a little history (or “her-story”): My first “Sweat Your Prayers” dance was in Houston, Texas, in 1989. We danced Gabrielle Roth’s five rhythms... Continue Reading →


LEAP and Linger.My 53rd Birthday Present.  Tandem Paragliding over Southern Oregon Mountains.Linger.Linger is my new friend.  I choose to become very familiar, as intimate as I can with Linger."To be slow in parting"is one definition. My relationship with this word linger stuck to me like 'white on rice' in contact improvisation dance. In my last... Continue Reading →

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