Are all gay people born that way?

When I lived in Honolulu about a decade ago, a young Hawaiian woman who was my temporary room-mate at YWCA, said she wish she could marry me herself to help me get a green card, and get an end to the administrative delays that kept me on hold by my university. Sometimes, I have felt like that too, that it probably would be so much easier to be gay and live with a bestie, than to have to deal with men’s dramas. But, I am not sexually attracted to women.

A couple of months later, I found myself talking to lots of women who are gay, at FDC Honolulu where I was detained by ICE during removal proceedings. Proceedings that my university could have stopped by simply confirming our indifferences and my passed grades like they said they would. Instead of continuing my graduate studies or start working as planned with the translation assignment I had gotten, I took down notes like I do with interviews.

While we all sat and talked story during lunches, or in our cells or recreation area, several of the women shared how they had been sexually assaulted, including as young girls, and therefor felt appalled by men.

Does this then imply that they wouldn’t live as gay if they received adequate therapy? If men simply stopped raping women?

Some of these American inmates even hinted that it seemed like they were arrested just because they are gay. How wrong doesn’t this become?

If you only live with other women, it is said that it might become an option to have gay sex as a substitute, or even to avoid becoming raped by guards, which of course is a matter of human needs to be respected. But on the outside, do we live in such a rotten society that it can become an option that people rather fight for, than to heal?

Tree meditation

I thought I’d share one of my favorite meditations to do outside. I started doing it in Sweden in 2008, as a way to release stress and recharge myself in a grounding way. Already in 1995, I learned about how some Native American tribes see trees as “The Standing people” with their own spirit and have often felt a certain type of peace when I go for my walks alone. I used to think of nature as my church.

While Buddha sat, I prefer standing:

Go for a walk in a park, or better yet, in the woods. Pick a tree and place your back against it as close as possible, so that you can liken your spine with its trunk.

Let any excessive energy, such as anger or frustration go down into the ground as if it was a lightening rod.

Take a couple of deep breaths with closed eyes and let yourself feel smaller than the tree. Imagine that the tree is older, wiser and both more stable and flexible than you are. Gently let this feeling fill you. And say thank you to the tree.

Your root-chakra grounding you with the roots, and your crown-chakra with the tree’s crown.

Open your eyes, stretch, and hopefully you will now feel refreshed!

It begins and ends with our feet

Yesterday, I started giggling when I put up my feet on top of my bed, wearing my new cozy slippers. Finally, I felt warm enough to relax!

On the other hand, the relief of taking your socks off and putting a pair of flip-flops on when it’s hot outside, produces peace.

We should never underestimate these simple physical measures to alleviate our mood, or to calm down.

Last winter, I realized all this, since someone stole my warm socks, that I so desperately needed coming in after a rainy day. I couldn’t sleep all night. And a little thing like not wearing ankle socks, but rather regular ones, also made a difference. From the beginning, I guess they were made not to be seen in sneakers, but put on top of the stockings women wear to their work skirts. And to keep them put. But is it always right to wear?

How much should we put aside comfort to enable good looks? And also, how good should we make us look? To me it’s always about health.

Right now, I am missing leg-warmers. I think what has been invented should always be available. Can you imagine a world where the asortation of goods are infinite, so we can always choose what we want (both style, color and fabric), rather than what the stores would like to offer? A specialist selection but for everyday use and regular prices. How would this market look like? A store for cardigans in all colors?

We let energy out through our feet. And keep it in. It’s the best temperature regulator we have.

What did your mother tell you?

Bathroom favorites

I started using body and haircare products, only made of biological ingredients in 2005, after becoming more concerned about both my own wellness and living more organic. Naturally, I have tried several brands over the years, whether due to financial restraints, or availability. These however, remain my favorites (although now that I have colored my hair, I use leave-in conditioner and not the sea-mist) and for make-up, I prefer to use Jane Iredale:

It’s said that what ever we put on our skin or in our hair, should be what we also could eat.

Which are your favorites?

Dancing the sculpture

An early evening in 2017, a documentary came on Axess TV in Sweden with a story on an old sculptor from down south where I am from, narrated by one of my favourite actors, reading from his letters. His name was Axel Ebbe and he used to portray women with both light and depth, comparing them to a sunflower but still nailed with a spiritual burden. As soon as I watched it, I felt inspired to dance like Duncan with her motions so eloquently right before him, telling of the same. Many of his sketches done as life-drawings were shown alongside a short portrait of the school he worked for. It caught my ear since I have been a paid croquis-model there once, for a night-class of artist-students in 1997 or so, through a friend who was an Art Director I worked with knowing a painter who also held workshops in Personal development painting, called Rina.

I posed nude in a variety of poses, sometimes with a block or two to stand on, sit on or place a foot upon, much like a sculpture for the students to work on angles, shadows, forms and perspectives. A little jazz as background music and a huge robe for me to wear during breaks. The students kept their sketches afterwards, but I asked to be allowed to walk around and have a look. To see all these paintings looking quite differently depending on who has used their charcoal and pencil while I was the same object really made me realize how different we can be perceived by others, as well as portrayed. Not to mention, how this also changes since we are in constant motion…

Is Covid-19 a world conspiracy?

It started in 2010, when I first had gotten back to Hawaii and the sirens sound for a tsunami warning, that just haunted me. (The one in 2011, however was real, yet not as scary.) And it reminded me of how when I had returned the second time to Hawaii in December 2004, the big one struck Thailand and Sri Lanka, and I was told by an American friend how the Thai authorities had gotten a warning from the Hawaii Pacific Tsunami Center, but that they didn’t want to scare the tourists… (as shared previously in my blog and first published book “The Call for Divine Mothering”).

Fast forward to the summer of 2017 and the sirens sound again, but this time in Sweden, with false alarms, twice. Once in Stockholm where I heard it, and once in the town Jönköping, where both one of Hawaii Pacific University’s teachers had been working on an expat exchange, and where a Swedish student come from, that I had met briefly in Honolulu.

Should there had been a siren sounding now because of the Covid19-virus? Or should it come later? And is even the Covid19-virus a plant to overthrow President Trump?

It seems like that is what Barack Obama wants, since he said that: “The goal of the pandemic is to create a global warning system.” Alas, is the pandemic planned, with a goal?

Health is wealth and the only thing we need in order to create more global coherence, is communication, not sickness.

I just want to live in a normal home, without intrusion, and start working, whether as employed or start my own business. And discuss immigration detentions to lessen them, everywhere, beginning in the United States.

I am so grateful to feel in tune with Mother Earth through my body, so I can become naturally warned.

Get going with coaching!

To develop a more defined professional aptitude, ie get a good job that you like doing and/or will lead you to a better job, here are my assessment questions and examples, that I use in my career coaching to help you make an inventory of your credentials:

1. Find the common theme of your resume, or interests and major.

2. List your skills, traits and virtues according to:

* What do you know?

(Areas of expertise)?

* What are you good at doing and prefer?

(Oral or written presentations, take notes, keep things organized, make phone calls, answer calls, sell, sort, count, use your hands, follow up, plan, summarize, do research, write, programs, translate, clean, care for, listen to others, ask questions, look up things, analyze, create ideas, take initiative etc)

* How do you like to work? (Inside, outside, in your own office with closed door, in the same room together with others, regular day shifts or irregular, with travel, domestic and local, international or global, products or services, making, repairing or keeping, small groups or large, in person or online, leading or following)

* What is your personality like? (MBTI, intro/extroverted, style, dress code)

* What are your values and what do you advocate or would like to take a stand for?

* What do you want to, or need to, avoid due to your health or otherwise have a concern with?

* Do you have any special needs or requests for accommodation due to disability?

3. What would you like to learn and develop?

Contact me for a coaching session to get going!

Pure poetry

It’s when we dare to express ourselves from our own inner deepest feeling, we become true. Where did my poetry go? Why can I not express myself freely, purely, personally from the heart any longer?Maybe only another another professional writer would be able to understand the hesitancy when others interfere misinterpret, copy, mock and wish it would be about them. So, we write what is appropriate, airy and polite. Keeping the truth to ourselves instead of praising the splendor we see around us. Is that what God gifted me with? To not share my gift?

I let the let the words dance themselves onto the page. The feeling travels through my body, until I let it become in my heart. A yearning to be enveloped. To be held the right way.

I am being touched in spirit, my sensuality coming alive with his gentle strokes alongside my arm, grabbing my waist. Just the way I like it. Connected for a fleeting moment. Others intrude. But we find each other again.

I hope I can live my poetry more.

Choosing perspective

Just like authors can tell a story from different characters’ point of view, we too can choose perspective when we engage in discussions about a certain topic.

Often a certain opinion becomes lifted as the “right” one because of the many likes it gets, or because the one saying it is famous, ie has many followers. Do you dare go against it? What do you really think?

To make it even more creative, you can choose the perspective, the approach, to a discussion on purpose. This opens up for less prejudice and less bullying, and at best can open up for more solutions. It’s also how we can encourage reconciliation and peace in agreement.

Next time you read an article about a hot topic, try seeing both sides.

If you see that someone could be threatened, you can choose to take the lead on that lurking threat by taking over their opinion to a certain degree, and thereby own the threat that therefore won’t be carried out. Taking the lead including with someone else’s criticism, enables us to take power over it.

Now, add your own real opinion!

What’s a privilege and how do you get one?

In the recent debate “black lives matter”, black people are often referred to as an underprivileged group of people. Does this imply that I’m more privileged than them, since I’m not black?

At first glance, I’m sure you’d say yes, but I say no. Privilege has to do with the conditions we are brought up with, and live under, both physical, intellectual, emotional and spiritual. But what the real word means, is an extra bonus that we can be allowed to use, that we simply has paid for.

There’s a difference between rights and privileges I was told, when I was detained in immigration proceedings in the United States 2011-12, by some of the prison staff. Have I not a right to claim what I have paid for? Does the visa-sponsor have the right to demand more money? In my case, before issuing a Professional certificate for the classes I had paid for, attended and passed with A-grades, since I couldn’t continue for a full Master’s degree due to weird delays of transferring credits from my Swedish university. It took until 2013 to receive my certificate diploma by mail.

To me, being given a privilege is based on the impression I make, my honesty and humility, combined with my credentials and cases.

I have sometimes felt discriminated against, for example because of my age and gender, and by people assuming that I live a privileged life, as if my needs would cease because of my looks, education, work experience, sober wellness or noble heritage. Why is that? Because many forget the importance of treating others as humans, rather than by prejudice.

Which prejudice is there about white people? 

Defining the new normal

Across the social media sea, talking about the current changes we are going through collectively due to the spreading of the Covid-19 virus, as becoming “the new normal” seems to be spreading as much. Is that how we want it?

When we are forced to cope with unforeseen stress during a longer period of time, we still have to remember that it’s temporary coping, or we will all fall prey to victimhood. The right way to think about it, is rather “right now”. Right now we have to wear masks and keep a distance. If these are scary times for you, please remember what you don’t need to change too.

And of course, this can also be an opportune time to do a change that you have procrastinated about doing. It’s all about what we are letting become a habit and how we approach what we are doing.

What is the emotion you are feeling when you are doing dishes? Happiness? Anger? Doing something mundane also provides you with a choice to practice mindful presence, ie become aware of what you are doing and either try to remain neutral with an absolute focus on the doing, or change your emotion with thoughts and perhaps music. How does loving doing dishes feel?

When it comes to creating new habits and routines, remember that it’s said to allow for at least 21 days of practice before it can become a habit.

I live my life both with coping with other things, besides Covid-19 restrictions, and there in between trying to improve my habits, but I think 28 days is more reasonable to have as a measure, at least for us women with our cycles.

So, what is your preferred normal? That is the real question you need to ask yourself and discuss! How can you start creating that instead?

If you’d like to bounce your thoughts off me as your sparring partner, I’d be happy to coach you!

The development of dancing

I’ve been thinking of Luigi recently. Why is that? He developed a technique for jazzdancers that I practiced in my 20’s, in Lund, Sweden.Today, when I practiced Isadora Duncan dance technique, it struck me, it must be where Luigi got it. How we do leg-swings, smearing the floor for foreover recovers, and more. Maybe it’s even her spirit that lived on with him after his traffic accident, the same way she died? Is it how we continue a message after our death?

The way I have to use my upper body with Isadora Duncan dance technique not only supports a better posture, but enables me to feel the difference in how I can express myself gentler, softer, lighter and with more femininity. Expanding and expressing, rather than shrinking and suppressing, dancing enables the becoming of me. Moving with earth.

We maintain what we learn by keeping it the same, upholding a standard. It’s an exhilirating experience, based on a connection through generations, just like Hawaiian Hula and West African dance also is taught.

Moving along.

Perfecting the pose

While yoga is an older practice than dance, yoga practitioners can still learn from dancers, just like we make good use of yoga, for example how to perfect a pose. Here are some pointers:

Where do you have the weight? On one side more on the other? On the front of you foot or on your heal?

Where are you looking?

How are your feet aligned?

Are the palms of your hands facing up or down, or in a mudra?

The more flexible we become, the more conscious effort we must make to engage our muscles. Even if we can rest comfortably in the “Swan”, we can also push and pull ourselves into more strength.

This awareness then becomes both a practice of mindful presence, and creating more centeredness together with right breath.

Every dance and yoga practice holds the opportunity to improve. It’s how we grow!

The bad potato

We can’t always tell by the skin of the potato if it’s going to be good or bad to eat. Even if it’s firm and look like the others when we buy it, it can still be bad in part on the inside. We just have to boil it and see.

It was also a case of a bad potato when I was about 14 years old, that became the lesson to what to be allowed to say no to, regardless of who gave it.

I used to have problem eating and my parents would stress and scream at me to finish the plate, even if I felt ill. They thought I might be anorectic but I never once wanted to be so skinny, rather the opposite since I have a small chest, that I felt (and heard) were too small. When I look at old photos, I can see how happy and healthy, and even a little chubby, I looked until I turned six years old.

What happened?

The stress by our dinner table (and the school cafeteria) became unbearable, but I survived on chocolate and cookies inbetween.

During spring in 8th grade, I lived on my school counselor’s big dairy farm for a couple of months instead, while my parents were getting a divorce. It was always peaceful and nice to eat with her family, even with simpler dishes, and she taught me how to say a children’s evening prayer and to drink hot water with much sugar in, that she called “Silvertea” when I was feeling ill.

One day when I was sitting at the table trying to eat all, Gunnel looked at my food and noticed how one of the potatoes were bad and told me to not eat that, and that I can always say no to that.

Years later, it struck me that I wanted to say no to many things at home, but never felt safe to.

Anyhow, not having money makes it equally bad and hard to say no, because then what if I won’t have anything to eat? Or someone tries to stop me again from, whether by screaming at me or shortages caused by delays? We still have to be allowed to say no, and respected when we do. And choose what to buy.

It took a couple of bad potatoes during spring here in Portugal, to be reminded of that.

Less labeling, more friendships – How to create more equality:

First of all, not everybody wants an equal society out of fear of loosing their own status, money, job and/or power. And within this lies the greatest challenge which is daring to believe in the access to a good life for everybody. If this is possible in a hierarchical eco-system that we humans also are part of? But please, let’s assume we have enough for everybody’s basic needs and only have to fight for a better life.

There are two ways of creating more equality. One is to integrate and blend more, focusing on what unites us as humans and our inherent equal worthiness. The other way, is to differentiate and separate more, by deliberately grouping people based on the culture of a specific group they feel at home with. Not because we tend to flock out of fear, but as an actual choice that is supported by the ruling government officials.

But either way, becomes a matter of comparisons. What have we learned about that? And what about our needs? We all have them, they are essential for all humans, but not to the same extent, at the same time, or how. They must always be individually assessed and are always depending on the environment we live in (besides what we would like).

So, back to the flock.

The only way to create positive change in society ground up, is through individual choices and personal relationships. The slogan for living more sustainable is applicable also when we refer to races, gender and sexual orientation: Think global, act local! You can’t have a personal relationship with everybody everywhere or relate to, but you can with someone where you already live. How you treat someone might spread, but it’s not about how you have to treat everybody in the whole world, because it’s always a matter of how you are treated yourself too. It’s always right with compassion and respect.


Strike up a conversation with someone new that looks different than you. Get to know him or her on a personal level, whether as a friend, co-worker, teacher or student. And whether for work or school, sports or going shopping:

Unless we are going on a date, I don’t need to know who you have sex with. But you can share who you love…

Unless we are going to church together, I don’t need to know if you rather prefer a mosque. But you can share if you like to worship…

Unless your history is stopping you from moving forward with your life, I don’t need to know what you’ve been through. But you can share how you feel…

What you believe in, what you like and don’t like, and how, is where we meet, especially if we both have the same problem that needs to be solved, focusing on how to.

Refer to the new acquaintance on a first name basis. This way each person becomes the name, rather than the label.

And, focus on the common interest.

(For example: I’m currently staying in a hostel apartment with an older white man from Germany and a younger black guy from Portugal. They argued with each other so much the caretaker had to come, but they stopped when I reminded them that we should use first names when referring to one another and focus on logistics. Photo is from a couple of years ago from a dance workshop in Hawaiian Hula that I held in Stockholm.)

Lives matter

Every time you assert the minority category you belong to, you will strengthen that differentiation. So, if you introduce yourself as: “Hi, I’m …. and I am gay.”, it implies that it’s the most important thing to you, that it’s what you want me to remember you for, or even that you want to be greeted and addressed based on the label. It’s the same with black Americans, it seems.

And while I am not opposing that we live in a white male patriarchical society, ie that it is founded by white men that thereby set the standards from which we all evaluate everything, I oppose your problem with it. Just hand it over. Let them deal with it.

I need a man to deal with my problems in Sweden, since the political correctedness and overall cautiousness results in nothing. I have to scream and shout to get anything done, and have had to, for more than a decade. I need a man who can take that fight for me, or simply will not need to, since he will be met differently. My grandfather, who worked as a firechief for 50 years, used to say that women simply have less lung-capacity than men and therefore should avoid becoming firefighters. No need to argue with that.

What are black people especially good at? Why is this looked down on? And does my life matter less because I don’t want to have a black American boyfriend? Or constantly would compare it with African Germans or African Portugese?

I did have a relationship with an African American man. And it was my own fault, because I thought it was cool to have sex with a black guy, after my mother had died and I went to Hawaii in 2004 and 2005.

I was asked out the first time in the United States by a black guy on an airplane between Zürich and Miami in 2002. He called a couple of days later and we went for a drink. Maybe it just became a continue with another person in 2004. And we get what we look for, based on the assumptions we have, prejudice can become racism in action.

But did I want my ex to go after me in 2010? No, I didn’t. And how extremely upsetting it was to hear his black friends wanting us to be together, when I regretted it in the first place because I was never in love with him, but wanted to be nice and give it a chance in 2005 after we met in 2004, just like I was nice in 2010 and went on a date with him again. But, maybe I need to become a bitch to get my no across?

That however, doesn’t exclude my compassion and human support. He told me early on that he didn’t want to hold my hand in public in Honolulu, or even walk close next to me, because then he could be arrested by the cops. For nothing. And I could never understand that since it’s “a black thing”. Other terrible experiences include an “encouraged” vasectomy when he was drafted. And as terrible it was to learn about that, and of his deployment and PTSD, do I want to deal with any of it?

No, I don’t.

I want to love, live and hold hands without having to care about anything more than my own feelings, and the guy’s that I have by my side.

I have grown up with a bestie in Swedish daycare, who is a mulatto. I have danced African dance and I have had a British black Modern dance teacher. I know another American black guy from NYC who is gay and lives in Sweden, and an adopted black Swedish Muslim black guy in Sweden through the advertising industry, and a black guy from Canada in my Bible study group whose financial assistance helped me survive 2019, just like an American Muslim black guy did in 2011 in Hawaii, besides a black woman from Alabama who preached the Bible in Honolulu together with her grits 24/7 in 2010, and another black woman who survived 9/11 in NYC in 2005 sharing her story, friends with my ex. Do I need to keep account?

Can we not just dance and let all our lives matter?

Second photo from the anti-racism campaign in the 1980’s, meaning: “Don’t touch my friend.”

The time of my life

One of the areas, a professional lifecoach works with, is helping the client to improve their time management. It wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t work on my own first. We can handle it in two ways:

1. Focus on the order to do things.

2. Focus on when to do what.

In a normal life, we have collective routines set in place to both enable, and control, that this works with anything from paying our bills on time to when we have lunch.

How can we ensure that this is supporting the kind of life we want, when others stop us by refusing to do their part, even as their duty?

We can only follow the sun and the moon and adjust accordingly to get our needs met. If you ruled out the rules of society and prioritized the natural laws, how would your life change? Most of all, how is what you are doing, either enabling and respecting other people’s needs, or are you hindering them from being on time? What can you shift in your thinking?

For many years as a young adult, I struggled with getting up in the morning. The last decade, however, I realized and decided to instead focus on when I can go to sleep. What do I need to be able to sleep well, and how long? In my case, having eaten well, paid my rent and not being cold, is crucial, and preferably sleeping alone in the room, without anybody going in when I’m not there, which really should be evident. This is called external factors.

Internal factors, are the mental and emotional stress we feel, such as unresolved issues with others that directly impact our ability to live a balanced life, including sleeping enough uninterupted.

Who can you contact today to try to either solve a problem, or stop being one harming another person?

Only the sun rules!

Freedom isn’t free

When do you feel free? To me it can be cantering with a horse on an open field, to dance it all out on a club, or of course to leave Sweden and enter a new destination. Travelling is freedom.

But what is freedom really at home? It’s to have a home! A home where nobody intrudes, where I can speak my mind freely, whether orally or in writing, without neither repercussions, nor being stalked or slandered. It’s simply being free from oppression. And free to be alone.

In Sweden, I am not free. In 2007, the Swedish state health agency Försäkringskassan revoked my sick compensation because they thought my blogging should have to be stopped. Blogging that I have never been paid for, then in Swedish, including sharing my health challenges. We were a couple of people commenting on each other’s blogs to support each other, and it was thanks to that, I was offered a temporary lease to another apartment when I lost my own, due to said revocation. I appealed and reported it. Nonetheless, even with witnesses and physicians notes, and bank statements, I was assumed cheating. I later learned that it was someone reporting his suspicion with his false assumptions.

If this is my Swedish freedom, what is it then I’m supposed to defend?

Without income nobody can feel free, since it’s the foundation for making a choice. Freedom of choice, freedom to choose what to eat, where to sleep and with whom, freedom to talk about my dreams, freedom to apply for jobs and go to one, and freedom to express myself. Freedom to try to be and do my best. Nothing ever possible without money, that the Swedish state is hindering me from making.

Protecting our space

The body of the land is like an extension of our physical body. We inhabit both with our spirit, personality and soul. And together with others we create a culture that is both the result of, and the making of, the rules we live under and steer how we interact, within our shared space.

Protecting our space is therefore a question about how we enforce our personal boundaries and our country’s borders. Sometimes we like to get help from our neighbors, sometimes it’s a global question. What we must protect ourselves from, is both the enemy within and the enemy coming from outside. How much help do we need from others to do so and can even that help become a threat?

When I hear about how my American girlfriends have had to send out their sons into deployment, it saddens me. Likewise, I wonder with what right the United States claims right to have a presence in any other country than within their own territories.

Here in Portugal, there is an academy for Nato communications, close to where the original telegraph was first invented and used between Britain and Portugal. Naturally, as a peace-lover, I’m primarily against military presence, but if the police isn’t warding off intruders, who else can? It should however be evident that any foreign country’s military base should never be allowed to be present unless called for by the citizens, but rather Nato’s presence perhaps, or any other alliance’s.

If the Swedish police and courts can’t stop my stalker from intruding, and stop the contineous thefts and sabotages by others for more than ten years, meanwhile refusing me monetary assistance and compensation, who then can, how and where? If the Swedish media refuses to publish information about this, for the Swedish people to discuss it, who then has become a greater enemy than the stalker?

If only one country goes against another, it becomes a conflict. If several countries, such as the United States, Germany and Portugal goes together, it will become a matter of questioning the decisions by Sweden, on behalf of my Human Rights, based on evidence. That is what I want.

Why is it even a question to allow me to have a home, eat, work, pay my bills and live a normal life?

The gift in dancing

The last couple of weeks, I have started practicing Isadora Duncan technique through online classes taught by Emily D’Angelo. And a couple of days ago, while I was dancing polka the Isadora Duncan way, I heard my own little bubbly laughter emerge again from within, not the normal kind of laughter because I’m tired or because of what I or someone else has said or done. But a laughter so precious, I can only recognize it as cooing, that I’ve only heard myself once having last summer here in Portugal in a swimmingpool.

Through skipping in a certain rhythm and finding myself capable to let go into the specific style doing it right (I hope), it enables me to feel joy. What a gift that is! I simply start smiling spontaneously.

Each dance style has provided me with a specific gift, or focus. The reward of each practice is simply how it makes me feel during, and after, a class. This has to do with both the nature of the movements, and the music. And expressing the purpose of the choreography.

African dance liberated my body and is great for a good physical workout with forceful gestures, going all out, with grounding root energy – opening.

Hawaiian Hula made me more in touch with my connection to Mother Earth and caring for myself and others with a greater sense of heart energy – embracing, and smiling for stage, found with love.

Isadora Duncan dance makes me feel in touch with the airy and light side of life, too with its own set of motions, where I get to use my body in new ways – expressing myself and smiling from within.

I can’t see it as anything more than the highest form of healing for me, in direct communion with spirit. A union between music and movement.

Photo of me doing an attitude from last summer, to become improved.