Come Alive

by Julie on December 9, 2010 · 12 comments


Summer is Dancing

Summer is Dancing

Reverb10 Day 09 Prompt:
Party. What social gathering rocked your socks off in 2010?
Describe the people, music, food, drink, clothes, shenanigans.


This Invitation:

Each week, I accept this invitation to a raucous revival, a moving meditation, a chance to Sweat My Prayers. It’s a party. It’s a scene. It’s my church.

along with 149 other dancers, I

drop into the music

put my body in motion

leave the confines of my mind

breathe through my feet

dance my barefoot way to that wild and feral place I long for during the week when I’m out in ‘the real world’.

The music is eclectic. Motown. World. Jazz. Classical. Indian. Country. New Age. Old Age. Aquarian Age.

No food. Only water. No small talk. No talk at all.

This party is silent.

Our bodies talk.

‘We speak from the heart, not from the tongue.’ {M Franti}

This is sacred space.

Sweat drips.

Bodies slide and flow past each other as if choreographed finely. Something is directing things, but it’s no mind at all.


This wild place within:

I’ve tried to put into words how it feels to go to this wild place within.

It’s so foreign to this made up world we move in day in and day out.

In this place, my body is the earth’s body, and her body is mine.

Dancing, I can feel her power move through the cells and sinewy places within.

She comes up through the feet and out the exhale.

Her anguish makes itself known in my own heart, and I breath it in knowing her anguish is mine. How could it not be?


Today, I found my way to this powerful post by Holly Friesen:

Singing Rocks and Howling Wolves

Five years ago while painting in the woods, I had an encounter with a wolf. That creature’s golden eyes pierced through my heart and opened up a much neglected wild place within. My life tore open in ways I could never have imagined prior to meeting with his feral gaze. I started to paint ferociously. My “safe” lovely watercolor landscapes could no longer contain the wild energy that I felt building within. I began to paint larger, then I changed mediums, first oil and now acrylics. I left behind any people, places or habits that could not support this new passionate energy surging up through my body and spilling out onto the canvas in a frighteningly violent manner. Several months into this explosion I was diagnosed with breast cancer and in between daily radiation treatments I would paint, paint, paint. I walked through the woods and started to experience the earth’s body as my own. I recognized a deep connection that I had always understood intellectually but now I was feeling it inside my own body. This is now the place I paint from, that deep wilderness within. A wilderness that sings, and screams and howls with terror and beauty. Yesterday was one of those days in the studio where the earth’s voice just came flooding through my body and bursting onto the canvas in all her textures, shapes and forms. I am in love with paint and all it teaches me about this bond with the earth, and that wolf keeps howling deep within.


Within seconds of reading Holly’s words, I was transported to this wild place within where I “experience the earth’s body as my own”, this place of the dance where I

Come Alive:


Today I dance and come alive.

My hands connect, molasses-like energy stretching

from mama earth to the tips of my fingers.

As I perch on my paws, I feel her spirit

suck me into her tendrils of love.

She tells me to make my presence known.

She asks me to step so strongly on her

that there’s no question I am here with her.


She asks me to track myself,

to be so aware of where I am and where I am going,

so much so that my path wraps its way around and

around until I am simply the dance.


Today I dance and come alive.

I feel his pulse, absorbing it into my body.

I feel her love, letting it run down my arm and fill my heart.

I feel their joy, knowing it is also mine.

How could it not be?


Today I dance and come alive.


Singing Rocks and Howling Wolves shared here with the permission of Holly Friesen
The image, Summer is Dancing, is by Alice Popkorn shared under CC2.0.

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Marjory December 9, 2010 at 10:44 pm

Lovely Julie,

I want to come to this party of body and soul with you. You already take me there dear, with your words, your energy.

“I feel their joy, knowing it is also mine.”


schmutzie December 9, 2010 at 11:17 pm
Mary Engel December 10, 2010 at 5:38 am

Ecstasy! I am Dance, Dancer, and Being Danced. Thank for this “moving” blog!

Holly December 10, 2010 at 6:45 am

Words from the heart dear Julie, honored to share this post with you…and oh how I want to come and dance and swirl with you one day! So inspiring and encouraging to meet souls like you through cyber space and know that there is wildness growing across the planet, reclaiming and renewing ancient memories of a very wise and deep “body knowledge”. We live in exciting times!

eb December 10, 2010 at 7:48 am

Now this is a church I can get behind. I want to sweat my prayers, too.

Sally G. December 10, 2010 at 8:21 am

Wow. Your experience has sucked the words right out of my brain ~ which is perfect really, because so often they are such a poor communication vehicle anyway.

You and Holly have both just shared something I am not yet familiar with ~ though I fully suspect that now that Wild Presence has been presented to me, it may also be about to show up.

Thank you …

Julie Jordan Scott December 10, 2010 at 11:29 am

Sanctuary. Wordless.
Creation. Worship.

Julie Jordan Scott December 10, 2010 at 11:33 am

Praise. Collaboration. Sanctuary.
Celebration. Holy. Connection.
Profound. Knowing.

Stephanie (@dancingwaves) December 11, 2010 at 7:14 pm

This is a beautiful post. Thank you.


Alana December 11, 2010 at 10:45 pm

Reading this, my body aches to join you in that dance to the wild place.

Roxanne December 15, 2010 at 1:06 pm

This is a dance I wish to join. Consider it replicated halfway across the world, and thank you for your example.

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