School of Movement Medicine - Mindfulness in Motion
Issue: May 2013 Newsletter

My Feet on the Ground
By Roland
There always seems to be one day in Spring, in England, which stands out above all the others. A day when the sun illuminates a landscape of the green unfurling leaves, fresh blossom on the wild cherry trees and the shadows of small clouds slowly crossing the patchwork of fields and small woods like gently passing dreams.

And if it is like this today, I ask, what about tomorrow when the blossom is out more and the grass is even greener and the sun even brighter?  Then I remember that old Latin maxim ‘Carpe Diem’ – ‘seize the day’ for the next day may not be the same and the clouds may crowd in more and the wind may shake some of the blossom from the cherry trees.  Such days as these are to be savoured with all ones senses and remembered.  

Such a day I had last week.  I was walking with an old and very dear friend and we came across a short ridge walk on the Raddon Hills which are situated to the North of Dartmoor in a large stretch of splendid countryside of fields, small woods and valleys, isolated villages full of thatched cottages, all curiously untouched by tourism, very sparsely populated and called by the rather uninspiring mundane name of Mid Devon.  We walked one way along the ridge and then deciding that we liked it so much we walk back the other way.  We would even have walked back along it again if we had more time and weren’t several miles from where we had left the car.

As we walked we talked.  Or maybe I should say I talked and my friend encouraged me to talk.  First, I talked of the landscape we were in, pointing out the various river valleys – the Exe, the Creedy, the Yeo and the Shobrooke , and the various hill ranges we could see – Dartmoor, Exmoor, the Blackdowns, Woodbury Common and Haldon Hills . 

Then I went to tell him about how much I was looking forward to going to Scotland on the 14th May to go walking on my own for 5 days.  “Time for myself!”  I exclaimed.  

But as I said the words, I remembered that, in fact, the chief reason I was going to Scotland was to take part in a small family ceremony on the 21st of May to bury the ashes of one of my sisters, who died last November.   We are going to a site on a remote beach on the Island of Iona, where both the ashes of my father and one of the sons of my sister are already resting.  It was while I was pondering how I could, even momentarily, have forgotten this fact, that it occurred to me that the separation of myself and others, of self and community, of self and landscape, of self  and the universe need never be that great if our feet are firmly on the ground.  The walk in Scotland was to me my homage to my sister, Judy.

There was a time when I was regularly taking part in Susannah and Ya’Acov’s workshops that I got hold of the notion that the thing to do to be really impressive was to leap as far from the floor as possible.  I started perfecting a technique where I imagined I was hardly touching the ground at all but was travelling across the room in an ethereal fashion a bit like a half deflated helium balloon.  The fact that no-one seemed impressed or even commented on my elegance, spurred me on to attempt even greater separations from terra firma  until one day I went too high and on landing agonisingly tore a calf muscle.  The advice given that day by Susannah and Ya’Acov, that maybe I should try and develop a greater connection between my brain and my feet and my feet and the floor came as a revelation and since that moment has never left me whether in a workshop or on a Scottish Mountain.

The days before leaving have been very busy as I have tried to clear my desk so there is not too much left for Susanne and Ailsa to do who will be managing the office while I am gone. 

Every day in the office this week has brought new applications for the Initiation workshop scheduled for Sept 27 - October 6th. It’s wonderful to see the group forming for the embarkation of the transformative journey though the 9 life cycles. If you want one of the remaining places please email me at and I will send you an application form. If you are considering applying for the next Apprenticeship Programme due to start in September 2014 then this is the last opportunity for you to do this workshop which is an essential pre-requisite.

We also have a handful of places left on this year’s Summer Long Dance which will take place at the EarthSpirit Centre in Somerset 4th – 10th July.  Please contact me if you would like an application form.


17  Luzern, Switzerland  Ya'Acov  Move! Katriona +41 33 676 2708

17 - 19  Luzern, Switzerland  Ya'Acov  Tending the Circle Katriona +41 33 676 2708 Early booking discount date 15th April

24 - 26  Warsaw - Poland  Susannah Re-Connection Olga +48 509 774 884

28 - June 1st   Orval, Belgium  Ya'Acov  The Way of the Dancing Warrior – Mens’ Edition  Frank +31 71 8893253


7 - 9  London, UK  Ya'Acov Tending the Circle   Alex + 44 7868842219 -circle

7  Dublin, Ireland  Susannah Move! Kate + 353 83 370 3601

8 - 9  Dublin, Ireland  Susannah  Love Stories  Kate + 353 83 370 3601

11  Where you are!  Susannah & Ya'Acov Bringing the Dance back Home    Roland +44 1803  

Carpe Diem!


Imagination will take you Everywhere
By Ya'Accov
It’s a beautiful warm spring day here in Devon as I write, for once, not on the train, but sitting at home. I’ve just finished teaching this year’s Re-Creation workshop at the Rill Centre in Devon. This is the workshop in which I teach the S.E.E.R Process (Systemic Essential Energy Retrieval). I love the simplicity and the effectiveness of this tool.

It’s taken a while to evolve into its current form and it came out of my own recapitulation process that I did with Victor Sanchez many years ago. The basic premise of this ancient shamanic practice is that our past is a storehouse of prime life energy that we can make available to us in the present.

How do we do this? Well, we need a little imagination and creativity, a good dose of courage and, we need to bring all the resources of the Dancing Warrior and the Wise Elder, and all that we have learned in our lives so far, back with us as we step into the past. We do this as dancers in order to give expression to that which needs expression. This creates the space inside us to be able to call back the life energy that has been locked up in that event. Intention is powerful. And the intention to heal and recover what we have lost is even stronger when we know why we want to do this. What do you want this energy for? How might it help your life now? For the people who came up with the recapitulation process that I learned, having more energy available in the present was the only way they saw to achieve their goals. What their goals were is less important to me than the acknowledgement that a powerful motivation is needed in order to do this work. My own motivation was to reach beyond my own lack of ability to bring out what I felt so deeply inside me. I had dreams but they seemed so far away that most of the time, I felt they were not worth my attention. And I felt a deep-seated frustration that the power needed to bring my dreams to earth was just going to elude me. I preferred to resort to fantasies in which some rich benefactor would notice my shamanic brilliance and pay for me to become the one I am. Needless to say, they didn’t show up and at a certain moment, I got that it was down to me to make a choice. I either would go on living a half-life, safe in my fantasies. Or, I’d just take responsibility for what really mattered to me and get down to work.

As I was teaching this past week, it struck me how brave you guys are to dare to dance, to dare to dream. So much of what we do in our workshops flies in the face of mainstream story of the industrialised world. We are supposed to just keep going and going on a treadmill that doesn’t lead anywhere very interesting in the hope that getting a few material goodies on the way will satisfy us. We are supposed to keep on lusting after more things and not be concerned about any deeper meaning. The more distracted we are from any real sense of who we are, the better. The enormous amount of despair and depression and disorders of all kinds in relationship to the body, heart and mind is overwhelming. And those with a strong imagination are told to stop day dreaming or even dreaming at all. And yet, there is something so strong in the human spirit that will not be defeated. There is something so courageous that will not lie down and I see this courage week in and week out, in you, the people who have decided to give life a go in this particular way. The people who have decided that it’s worth being a fool and dancing, even if you think you can’t (and I certainly remember how that feels!). When I come into a room to dance in a workshop, I see the fear, the resistance, the ‘what the hell am I doing here?’ faces.  And I see people who feel pulled by the call of some silent voice, some wild and furious desire to actually be who you are and to give what you’ve got. I see people of so many different shapes, sizes and backgrounds. I see you reaching for something more and refusing to remain disempowered by a story that makes you into nothing more than consumers. I want to honour each and every one of you for refusing to believe that you are not worthy, that you do not have the power to change your life and to bring your dreams to earth. I want to honour you for the courage it takes to get into the room and work to awaken the intelligence of life and creation that lives the body and beats in your chest. On Saturday night in our ritual dance, as my eagle feather danced its dance and a brave circle of people dared to embody their imagination, I felt like singing their praises to you. And so here I am doing that. I have reached a place in my own life where I have gone so far beyond what I ever felt was possible. I am in new territory and so are we all. What I am learning through this practice is getting stronger and stronger for me. I have recovered the courage to go beyond the known and I see that reflected in you, the dancers I meet in Berlin, in Cape Town or on the Garden Route in South Africa, and wherever I go, it is the same. Yes, we are shy. Yes, maybe we feel foolish when we step into new territory and have to embrace our incompetence and the unknown. And yet we do, again and again because the song of the human soul and the power of our compassionate presence is part of this life. And so we dance and we dance and we dance. And we sing and we sing and we sing. And we create and we re-create. And we learn that as Lynn Twist says: “Together we are a genius.” And I might add that together, we are supported to be the ones we are and to work though our creativity and imaginations to find solutions to the challenges we face.

I want to share a few more words about the way we work with the past in Movement Medicine. There are many situations that we encounter throughout our lives where we did not have the resources or the level of safety needed in order to be able to stop ourselves from losing life energy. This may have been because we were too young or it may also be because it would have been inappropriate or even dangerous to give voice to our true responses. Humans have a remarkable capacity to survive. We are shape-shifters and often in life, we have to take on a shape or a way of being in order to survive. It is these situations that the ancients saw as this storehouse of vital life energy and they found their way to access it in order to make it available in the present. The S.E.E.R Process is a contemporary and super-effective shamanic tool for doing the same thing. And the dance helps us to re-find our true shape, and in the process, to release what no longer serves us. Through finding new and more up to date stories and continuing to let them evolve through our dreaming, our practice, our being and our actions, what once appeared to us as obstacles now appear only as invitations to dance. The deepest intention of the SEER Process work and of Movement Medicine in general is to remind us how to dance with what the Great Choreographer brings us and to continue to create with the material that life offers to us. The work teaches us to actively dream with and to consciously surrender to the dance of life.

If you want to know more of what this all means in practice, then please receive this as your personal invitation to join us on the good ship Initiation 2013 which will set sail on September 27th. Initiation is the adventure that is more of an odyssey than a workshop. In 10 days, we live through the whole of our lives and have a chance to see what was, and to see what may be when we let our life’s experience become the teaching it is.

So, here in the Northern hemisphere, as the spring does its remarkable dance again, I want to give thanks to you one and all for giving the dancer in you a chance to show you their perspective on life. I bow to everyone and to all practices and ways that give us the chance to reframe the past, to learn from it so that it can be transformed. I bow to all who have learned that the past is not a weight to carry round or an excuse not to live the dreams that whisper to us when we dare to listen. And I bow to whatever it is that brought this body of work to life. I bow to all our teachers who believed in us so deeply that we started to dream again of what could be. These gifts we hold respectfully from the many places we received them. I bow to Gabrielle Roth for giving us the gift of remembering that dance is a healing force to be reckoned with. I bow to Bikko Matthe Pentha for showing me that the mystery knows what it’s doing. I bow to Helen Poynor for helping me to arrive and then keep on keeping on being here. And I bow to the Amazon and Don Rafael and Don Alberto and Chimpeekit for reconnecting us to the healing power of nature and its vast wisdom.

Today is a day for thank you’s. And so here’s one more for Roland who has stood alongside Susannah and myself for so many years and believed in the possibility of creating the kind of community that is beginning to find its shape. Thank you. One step at a time, we dance on. As Albert Einstein said: “Logic will take you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere.”


Ya’Acov. May 2013

Gratitude Medicine
By Susannah
Yesterday was a sweet day for me. I was in a café by the river, and someone stopped me who worked with me a long time ago. She said she wanted to say “thank you” for something very specific. She told me that when she had been on the ongoing group and we’d done the video feedback work, something had changed which had stayed with her ever since.

She said that through that work she’d been able to see herself, and her struggle to emerge ‘out from hiding’ with love, warmth and compassion. She said that since then she’d had a new “voice in her head” which confirmed to her how amazing she was. And is. Amen!

I know, and we know how we touch each other in life, and yet when it is acknowledged, especially out of the blue like that, it’s sweet, fortifying medicine. Thank you!

So I went about my day with even more gratitude to share. There’s so much to be grateful for right now in my and our lives. Spring is here and walking through the woods as the trees come into leaf is so, so beautiful. The other day, as I walked through them I felt such a celebration of the experience of getting older. The feeling of this body and being of consciousness, feeling, sensuality and intuitive, alive body heart and mind as one intelligence is growing wider and deeper, and getting more and more connected, both inner and outer. Walking through the greening forest, I felt myself as part of life’s intelligence, part of life’s celebration of incarnation, of the deep pleasure of being. And on top of that, Ya’Acov and I are in love, with each other, with our work, and with the house and land that (touch wood!) we are about to become stewards of. We love our current house. We always thought we would stay here for many decades, but something else has called us. So it’s with gratitude and so many beautiful memories that we prepare to say goodbye to this sanctuary at Dartington.

As well as all that, I want to celebrate the diversification of Movement Medicine as it flowers into so many forms and is reaching people and places in the hands of the apprentice MM Professionals and the growing circle of qualified MM Professsionals. I feel proud of the wonderful, joyous and deep work already being done by the first Apprentice group, being envisioned by the second (those of whom are going on to the training beginning  this December), and I feel the third Apprenticeship gathering on the horizon. Not so long now to the kick off for that so if you’re thinking about it, time to take action. You can still do the Journey of Empowerment next year as a prerequisite even though it will be still ongoing when the Apprenticeship begins in August.

We were in South Africa recently, working with people from many different backgrounds, dancing into a shared place of deep enquiry into our relationship with the earth and the future through the Movement Medicine Pachamama Symposium (the DVD of which is available from the shop: At the same time Ben Yeger was in Israel and Palestine offering a safe space for the catalytic work of meeting across that scorched divide. YEAH!

And, I’ve had some time to go on working on my new CD… and I’m so excited. Today I recorded with a kit drummer who is 15 and totally brilliant. So the Sun Song has a new rocking rhythm track. Folk Rock for a healed world… The album has a name “All the Earth is Sacred” and a look, and we can’t wait to share it with you.

In the meantime, the has lots of great music, some of which you can download. Enjoy!

And I highly recommend the nettles. This year, (here at least) they are so juicy and potent right now. If you can pick nettles from somewhere free from car fumes, dog pee and chemicals, I recommend that you get picking. It’s the best start to the day I know. Spring nettles (I pick with scissors and a bag - I don’t like getting stung!), wash well, put into a good blender with water, blend well, sieve through muslin or a tea towel. Drink the juice of the forest for the best ever spring tonic. Is good for practically everything. Or you can juice them. Or you can make soup. It’s all good. Once they start going to seed its too late. The yearly window of nettle medicine is now!

I’ll leave you with these words from Meggan Watterson:

“The funny part is that it’s all so simple. What we are meant to do is who we are. Our soul work is merely an extension of our own essence. It just takes such an effort for so many of us to get that naked. To simply let what we do be who we are…… We receive the most when we give the love we are here to share. Soul work is not something we have to go to and search for; it’s getting the sacred chance to reveal exactly who we are. Love”     From “Reveal” by Meggan Watterson, published by Hay House. 

I love these words. I could not describe more clearly how I feel about making the music I am making, or sharing Movement Medicine, or the purpose of the Apprenticeship. Thanks to our publisher, who knew I would love this book.

Love and happy nettling, boogying, singing, loving, living, and following the promptings of your own soul, and hope to share a webinar, a workshop, or even an apprenticeship with you soon. Anyway, it’s good to share being on the planet together at this challenging time of such opportunity,





Why study Movement Medicine?
We offered a free workshop for the best article with this title. Here is our winning choice.
By Jolanta Steciuk
Movement medicine means reaching beyond our current horizon. Inspired by the dance, I went to see the land of my ancestors. The village, the river, the bridge, I have heard about, but never saw.They are abroad now, due to the changes of Polish borders after WWII.

I had the idea to simply see the landscape. Than, my ambition grew up. It would be great to find something that belonged to my grand parents: a part of window frame, a piece of wood etc. Something that could be taken home and used to build a creative object of everyday life, a table for example! No, this was impossible. The house was burned out, as it was a case with so many houses in the area affected by war, ethnic cleansing and neighbors' hatred, as they refused to live together.

I had the instructions to find the place: it was close to the well, which survived.

- The house of my grandparents used to be here – I told people who live there now. And I pointed at their garden.

- We have recently found the bricks in the ground. – they said – We throw them away. They are nearby.  A young man went to collect them. He disappeared for ten minutes or so. 

Of course, wood could not survive the fire, but the bricks waited in the earth over half of the century. I packed two old bricks into my bag and took them home.

So, movement medicine means reaching beyond our current horizon. Once you start your journey, you will find something precious and unexpected. 


Jolanta Steciuk

Discovering and celebrating my relation with the Divine Feminine.
By Sari Veugelers
As we moved from the year 2012 into the year 2013 I experienced how true it felt for me that we are moving from an era in which the masculine has been leading into an era in which the feminine is leading the way.

And because I feel it is a subject that matters to many of us I want to share some of my experiences.

As we all arrived at this gathering we sat in the circle giving each other space to share what was in our hearts; what felt relevant for us to share right now.

When it was my turn to share I said: I am learning to hold myself and I recently found out that the Universe loves me. What did I mean by ‘I am holding myself’ I was wondering? Actually it was more that I allowed myself to be held and this at the same time meant that I was actually holding myself.

To explain this a bit more in detail I have to step back a little bit further in time;

Before I went to the Winter Dream Dance I had a dream. I dreamed that I turned to a man to touch his heart, by placing my two hands on his heart chakra; one on his back and the other on his chest. In my dream he waved away my gesture, making clear he did not want it. In front of him was another man, a young man, a dancer, who talked to him about interesting things, intellectual things. I noticed that this was what the man did want to relate to. Then the man turned to me, sitting at his right side and said: ‘Is this what you wanted to tell me?’ And I said: ‘Yes’ although I knew it was not true.

I woke up with such a sadness and feeling of being rejected.

As I was lying awake trying to find out what this dream meant the idea came to my mind to turn the situation around. This is something I often do; I change my perspective in a situation to the opposite and find out how that feels. So I simply imagined the man making the same gesture towards me. And there was the insight: ‘Oh, it is about self love! About loving myself!’ And at the same time I could feel this self love as an energy coming from the edge of my aura towards me. And it felt gooood!

In the days to follow I kept my focus on experiencing this self love. Then at some point I wondered: ‘So what is this ‘self’ that I love?’. Turning inward I felt this ‘self’ that I love is the Divine Self. At that moment the experience of self love turned into Universal Self love. The Universe loves me as part of/manifestation of  its Universal Self. It is God or the Universe loving itself. When loving myself felt gooood, this  - I can tell you-  felt goooooood!

So this is where I was when I shared in our circle at the Winter Dream Dance.

Among all the beautiful and touching input in this circle was the sharing of a woman who had been to a womb whisperer.

This womb whisperer is a woman who serves as a messenger between a woman and her womb, giving messages from the womb. This resonated with me and many other women in the circle.

As my attention was now with my womb I started to dance from my womb right away. With the Tree of Life meditation I rooted myself from my womb and to my surprise my feeling of being rooted was now at least 10 times stronger! Now I knew what it was like to be rooted as a woman.

I felt rooted from my waist down in the shape of a mountain.

 As I approached Ya’Acov  I experienced my own authority as a woman! And I realised I had always had male figures as authorities in my life, such as the Dalai Lama, who obviously were authorities in a male body. But now I knew that there was a specific strength to being in your own authority as a woman, being firmly rooted in a female body! I wondered how it was for men compared to my experience as a woman.

I asked Y about it and he told me that the first thing he learned when he took his first steps into shamanism, was to build an energetic womb. So I wondered ‘How come we do not work with this more explicitly in MM?’ And he replied: ‘When you miss something in a teaching, it is because it is your medicine (the medicine you are able to bring).’ Of course this made me wonder some more.

I danced through the 4 elements from my womb and wow this was such a new experience. I received the elements in my womb and went from micro to medio to macro with them.

This together with remembering and experiencing the Universe loving me became a total ecstatic dance. Every breath I took, every tiny motion of energy I perceived in my body must have triggered my body to release endorphins. My body was so sensitive and my heart so awake, fuelled or energised by the lively contained presence in and of my womb that I realised to my surprise that one can even have enough of ecstasy. It simply becomes too much to bare.

From dancing in my womb in micro, medio meant still dancing in my womb but being with my whole body movement in my womb dancing.

Dancing with the women in our group I now started to relate to them from my womb to their womb. This made a huge difference. I perceived their strength! I saw them as part of the powerful force of the earth, their base being solid widening towards the earth from the waist down.

Now I knew what sisterhood meant! I felt our strength as sisters, belonging to this earth, manifesting part of this earth in the same way because we are all women, related to the Earth as such. Experiencing our strength deriving from this relation I could imagine men being afraid of this strength. I also felt that we as women connecting to each other from this strength could really make a difference. This experience of sisterhood was absolutely new to me.

I kept on experimenting; Embracing women I related to their womb from my womb, instead of my usual heart to heart hug. Now it was an embrace of recognition, of sisterhood, full of strength, empowering.

This way of connecting took a little time during the embrace. One lady told me as our wombs met: “Now I feel you!”. What a nice surprise.

And then, I do not remember when or where in the sequence of my dance, sacred alchemy took place or another  veil was lifted from my unconscious mind and I found myself dancing in the Universal Womb! The Universe was a womb in which I and all of creation was manifesting. And it made so much sense! For the first time in my life I had the feeling of belonging.

I as a being in a feminine body belonged naturally!

I realised how even my idea of and experience of God/the Universe had unconsciously been a male one. I had always related to the Universe as an eternal expanding space. Now the Maternal Universe was holding me and all of life. It was more a sense of being within, being part of. This was a different quality of Universe, a much more physical one as well. Wow, how would we as mankind evolve when we perceived and considered the Universe or God first of all as Maternal? As holding us? Us being part of the dream that manifested within her?

And it totally made sense having the Maternal Universe to relate to in the winter in our Winter Dream dance, where we were going inside to find and nourish our dreams,  as opposed to the Paternal Universe that held the Summer Long Dance being a ceremony of celebrating and sharing what we received and giving back in gratitude towards life.

So during this Winter Dream Dance one seed in me definitely saw the light. Finding my strength as a woman during the WDD I spontaneously gave 3 healing sessions to women in which the womb was the central organ in the healing process. I loved this work so much that the wish arose to make this the main focus of my healing work and also to start a Movement Medicine group for women to dance with Movement Medicine from the sacred Mystery place of our womb.

With much enjoyment I recently made a flyer for this including the 4 elements.

I am excited to see how the continuation of this dream will unfold. Meanwhile I am paying attention to balancing the dance of the maternal and paternal energies to let this seed grow into manifestation; loving myself enough not to push and leaving space so the natural process of things falling into place and things becoming clear around how I would like it can take place, and at the same time loving myself enough not to be too reluctant to act so that the small steps I take keep nourishing the strength of the inspiration and allow the confidence in its manifestation to grow.

Referring back to the dream I had before the Winter Dream Dance; what  I did not see then but is clear to me now is that it was not just about self love, more specifically the dream pointed in the direction of loving myself as a woman, and appreciating my beautiful and inspiring relation with the divine feminine.

Love and blessings to all,

Sari Veugelers (AP1)

By Benedict Goldsmith
I am a planet unknown and known. Ocean-wrapped, star-loved, sky-held

Moving in my rhythms of ocean-cradling, and in the dance whose song is heard as silence.

Beloved from afar am I and sweetly singing my songs of time-

Held in the light of memory and like a memory in space-like the unforgotten,

And awake in the voidful sleep which is time…..when he is blue, like space, in the vision of Love.


Passing through time am I, a child held in the blue, the warmth of space

And I a memory, a presence, a possibility, wise-awake in the encounter of reality adream.

Rounded like a babies sleep and falling into wisdom.

Who is greater than time and held by the roar of the invisible sun.


Unknown am I and held in the blue of the mother of waters -

Cradled in the motion of Time or of Space whose dance is to music  unknown.

Unknown or unremembered and voiced in the mutterings of praise

Of those and of the lips of those who silent join the dance of the many worlds.


And I and we in secret are dancing the dance: the unknownhood of She:

 The planet who I am at heart. Sometimes is she cradled

 Amid the singing waves of the ocean of her mystery!

And appears as a gowned sister amid the misty gentleness of music

And the moon is She when seen to rise

Naked above the waves with all her craters of blue magic

And the birds of her sacred isles who caw around her- the birds of  the sky

Teeming around the island of the moon when known by day.


And the moon is an image of she, whose images are her presence

Gentle amid the sky of mournful rest.

Upon the surf of the high waves in their stillness- and in the intense dawn

-like a sister dwells she on the stillness of the  waters

Of her motion as we rock in the dance of consummation

Falling through the many worlds into our planet of the heart.



Who can imagine the countlessness, the vastness of the flocks of She

Whose scream is darkness? Who can imagine the darkened broods of she

For whose fecundity the vision of her face is held forever in the  future?

We see or glimpse the geese... from whence do they fly?

Who can imagine her caves of birth?

Of she who is the mistress of Space.  Of mighty Space who hears her moans

From his dark throne of the heart and feels her tides of yesterdays.


I dance the planets, and all are She who appears in the form 

Of Saturn with his rings of crimson reticence or as mercury

Or as the sunset-sun or as a globule of red blood

.....orbiting unto the lower rim.


Or as the moon when seen amid bird-voices of the waters,

A child of the sky not yet a daughter of  vast space

……… And a bride to  the unheard earth-moans.

 For the men- they are born from her caves of moan: they hear the sound of the stars!

Naked are they and cave-born- they hear the stars in their silveriness!

Yet they hear not the earth-moans in her birth travails

Which are heard only by her Sister who is  Darkness!


Of wild, wide waves and sky-soft in unconceived of curves of voiceless rhythm:

To heavy dreams of flute; to piercing drum-a lusty ocean

Creature- coy is the dance of secret heart and fearful trust

 -The broken harmony of tone, of rolling worlds which are  the World.

Which appears as it wills…..on waves, in wistful places …. and in landscapes of the past re-met.


She - the mother, Like my mother invisible..  the mystery of the mystery.

Metaphors of She who isn't known but in which we dwell:

Revelations of she in a gown of white, or goddess-grey

Amid wistfulness of mist; on close or distant- blackened hills

On crests of childhood or  sunset-fire, how and where  she will,

And soft-embodied in the evening or glad notice of the child,

Unexpected as a sister or a  maiden mother.

Or lingering upon a coyly playful wave in burning stillness.

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.