December 2020

“Year’s end is neither an end nor a beginning but a going on.”  Hal Borland

 

FLOWING: Turning around yourself to see your present situation from different angles. Where you are right now in your life, who you are being and what are you doing, who is around you and what is your place in this world.  Knowing all this helps you not to be determined by your present circumstances but to know your starting point.

STACCATO: 
Feeling which parts of our heart are calling us to be more present and to be met in our body. Touching the aches and pains with loving awareness of my neck, hands, hips, feet…
Facing our regrets, guilt and blames for what is behind us with courage and compassion to find the hope for what is in front of us. 

CHAOS:
Changing the way we move can change the way we feel can change the way we see things can change the way we think. 
Releasing deep enough so we make sure that we end up with enough of the empty space inside of us for something new, something different.

LYRICAL:
Celebrating all the things that make you feel alive and not all of them are pretty or light. Expanding capacity for pleasure. Dancing to relief our soul. 
What is the best that can happen?

STILLNESS:
Thanks to the wisdom we can bow in front of the ending. Thanks to the amazing grace we can open up to the forgiveness. Thanks to our presence we can rest in the abundance of emptiness. 

With love, Silvija

November 2020

“And the soul understands that true art is catalyzed in the wild, unpredictable rhythm of chaos. We think we’re supposed to know what we’re doing; on the contrary, as artists, our offering to the world is our unique perspective on the unknown.” GABRIELLE ROTH

 

I am stuck.
Somewhere between high expectations from myself and wanting to be liked by others.
I am stuck.
Somewhere between feeling responsible and procrastinating.
I am stuck.
Somewhere between will I get more attention for being excellent or for being a disappointment and I don’t give a fuck. 
I am stuck. 
Somewhere between the idea to write again about the Rhythms and the dance and the idea to write again about myself. 
I am stuck.
Somewhere between three different TV series that I watch online and opening Gabrielle’s books randomly hoping to catch some inspiration.
I am stuck.
Somewhere between the hope that I might dig out something old I wrote and didn’t publish yet so I can just copy it and the hope that I will create something new and original again. 
I am stuck. 
Somewhere between the need to teach you something here and the longing to connect with you through my writing.
I am stuck. 
Somewhere between oh no I can not do this and woohoo I can do everything.
I am stuck.
Somewhere between as long as the paper is not empty and as long as it has a soul.
I am stuck. 
Somewhere between nobody is even reading this and there are people who love to read me.
I am stuck.
Somewhere between just relax and it will flow and keep those fingers moving on the keyboard until something shows up.
I am stuck. 
Somewhere between the beginning and the end of this poem. 
Somewhere between I just don’t have it in me and everything I need is inside of me.
Somewhere between I am beating around the bush and milking the Muse. 
Somewhere between how this looks and how this feels in your heart.
Somewhere between documentary approach and live reporting.
Somewhere between October and December.
Here in my bed, dressed in a bathrobe with leopard print, smell of pancake is coming from the kitchen, Thierry is there typing something of his own as well, the tea is already cold. 
With love
Silvija

October 2020

“There are only two positions worthy of our attention: knowing we are everything and knowing we are nothing. when we insist on being or not being something, that’s when the trouble starts.” Gabrielle Roth

 

In these last 6 months I watched how my identity of being a 5Rhythms teacher is slowly dissolving. I can say this is an identity I spent a lot of time and energy building up and I loved all of it.  I got a lot back from this identity. I had a great inspiration from my own mother, who was also a teacher. This identity is something I was proud of and helped me to feel good about myself. 
In these last 6 months I watched how my identity of being a house-wife and a mother is slowly forming itself. I have been avoiding this one for a long time. Here I feel pretty insecure and I it always felt like it was a side job in a way. Not who I truly am. Not why I was born for. This identity wasn’t popular at my home when I was a child and I remember how I was instinctively attracted to mothers of my friends who were stay at home mums.  I carry shame and guilt around this one which surely doesn’t help me to do it any better. 
And here I am. I have never worked less in my adult life. I have never spent so much time at home since I am not travelling. I have never cleaned so much. And thanks to my husband who relaxes himself by cooking,  I do not need to discover my inner-chef. Yet. 
And here I am. With a lot of time on my hands. And also with lot of practice stored in my body and in my heart, imprinted on my mind:  of how to stay grounded, how to keep moving following the heart, how to surf the waves of the unknown, how to take myself lightly and how to rest in the pauses. And this is one hell of a pause I must say. 
It feels like I have to use the left hand for everything I do (I am a right hand person) and everything feels a bit off, not so comfortable, far from perfect and being in control, sometimes even silly and very vulnerable. 
I ask myself what can I offer my own vulnerability? 
A voice to speak up, even if it is stuttering.  Enough breathing space to expand and contract and move around as much as it needs. A soft embrace when I abandon it, sitting back to back when I judge it,  a holding hand when it is ready to go out of its comfort zone. 

I understood again and again why Gabrielle was telling us that she wants us to become 5Rhythms teachings and not teachers. When I am a teaching, I can be that while doing any job or no job. It doesn’t depend on how many workshops I teach or how many students come to my classes. I can be a teaching wherever I go and whatever I do. I remember how I did not understand how some people could come to the Teacher Training and complete it and then not be a teacher. As that was all what I wanted to do,  so passionately and so impatiently. Now I know how easy is to be a teacher and loose the sight of being a teaching. How easy it is to (well at least for me) to be a great teacher, travel around the whole world, have fully booked workshops, truly shine on the dance floor and inspire people to move – and on the other hand not being able to bring that level of presence, patience, passion, perseverance and peace to my home. 
And how easy is to put a value, a good or bad, successful or not on being a something, being a teacher, being a mother, being a wife. And how I can not do that when being a teaching. Teaching just comes through, it moves something in one way or another. Hard to even name what is it, hard to box it and then hard compare it with other teachings, hard to attach to it as it really needs to come through me. I let it in and I let it go. 

My hope is that at the end of this global and very personal pause, I come out able to use both hands in a more equal and balanced way. 

Love, Silvija

September 2020

“The five rhythms are a map to everywhere you want to go, on all planes of consciousness – inner and outer, forward and back, physical, emotional, and intellectual. They are markers on the way back to a real self, a vulnerable, wild, passionate, instinctive self.” GABRIELLE ROTH

 

My body needs to move. Move both legs and the arms, both knees and the elbows, both hips and the head. Move forward and backward, move to the left and move to the right;  move in circles, move in straight lines; move down to the ground and move up in the air. 
My body needs to rest. Rest in peace while still breathing. Rest lying down on the earth, rest floating on the water, rest swinging in the hammock, rest in the embrace of your love. Rest from the resistance, rest from the tension, rest from the confusion, rest from spacing out, rest from the numbness. 
 
My heart needs to reach out. Reach out to other hearts. Reach out into the contact, reach out for the intimacy. Reach out to the edge, reach out to learn and teach. 
My heart needs to retrieve back into its darkness, into its comfort. Retrieve back into its depths, into its caves. Retrieve back into its intuition, retrieve back into its wisdom.
 
My mind needs to hold on to what it knows. Hold on to its beliefs, identities and judgments. Hold on to the memories of the past and plans for the future. Hold on to familiar, hold on to predictions and convictions. 
My mind needs to release the grip. To dissolve the separation. To liberate the boredom . To unlearn the conditioning. To let go of the stories. To bypass the predictability. To turn off the calculator.  To surrender to the unknown. 
 
My soul needs to dance, dance and dance. My soul needs to sing, sing and sing. My soul needs to write, write and write. My soul needs to play, play and play. My soul needs to heal and be healed, my soul needs to see and be seen.
 
My spirit loves to fulfill routine with ritual. Fulfill longing with belonging. Fulfill shadow with light. Fulfill life with breath. 
My spirit loves to empty me. My spirit loves empty.

With love, Silvija

 

August 2020

“Another woman dancing chaos in the same workshop had a vision of herself as a little girl who couldn’t have fun. In the dance she tried to make herself have fun. I told her this wasn’t a good idea. Rather than impose a feeling upon her dance, she should enter into the dance that she was avoiding, the dance of not having fun, and dance it fully, dance through it until it changed. There are no good or bad or better or worse dances; there is only the dance itself.” GABRIELLE ROTH

FLOWING 
I want to crawl under the pressure in my chest, to sway the weight on my shoulders, to waltz the tension in my elbows, to meander the tightness in my hips, to unlace the constrictions in my knees and to drag the lethargy of my feet. 
I need to rest my doing in my being, to lay down my expectations, to receive the gift of the breath that keeps coming, to drop the pushing and relax the pulling.
 
STACCATO
I want to tap dance in the stream of worries, to march with the heat of frustration, to plunge into throbbing disappointment, to clap with the tingly delight and go homeward to the tenderness of this caring heart. 
I need to rest the rattled in the rooted, to direct the outraged towards the integrity, to comfort the inconsolable in the sea of love, to make space for the abundance of gratitude and to feel us all as one heart. 
 
CHAOS
I want to spin with the loops of my thoughts, to shake the shit out of relentless judgements in my mind, to melt the beliefs of my own unworthiness, to wriggle through the spiderwebs of regrets and to release into wilderness the constant “what if”s. 
I need to rest from the exhausting planning of the worst case scenarios, to free myself from the safety of suffering, to let go of the addictive habit of wanting to be the best or the worst, to recharge in the break through and to trust the mystery of the unknown. 
 
LYRICAL
I want to burst with the juicy sweetness, to soar into delight,  to leap into unlimited possibilities , to tiptoe with curiosity and to expand into enchantment. 
I need to rest my eyes from watching into seeing, to connect intimately with the present moment, to allow pleasures of playfulness, to stop running on empty and let my soul fulfil the blanks. 
 
STILLNESS
I want to be sensual with my inner world, to innovate this moment with my breath, to celebrate my emptiness, to blossom from the wisdom of my mistakes and to commit to radical self-honesty knowing there is no one truth. 
I need to rest in knowing that I belong here and now, to make peace with the unavoidable endings, to remember what love is, to return to the source of my essence and let the spirit heal me. 
 
With love, Silvija