Archive for June, 2011

Sunday Dance

First Sunday dance at the cottage.

Washed the floors, set up the altar. Danced this morning to a playlist inspired by, and dedicated to, Jo Cobbett and the dance tribe in LA. And the dance tribe all over the world. And the tribees who (think they) do not dance – that is, every one else on the planet. :-)

If you get the chance to dance with Jo – take it!! She has a retreat in Bali in October, and until then you can pretty much find her in Los Angeles.

Today (Sunday) she offers 5rhythms Fumbling Towards Ecstasy together with Vic Hennegan, who will perform live. HOW I WISH I WAS THERE!!

Read all about Jo’s schedule, offerings, and Bali retreat @ movingground.com

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Midsummer’s Night

The magic. The gifts.
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What is that “5rhythms” business anyway?

Bekanta, kollegor, familj och människor jag möter – det är många som frågar: “Vad är det för sorts dans du håller på med?”

Här är en liten introduktionsfilm till de 5 Rytmerna, av dansens grundare Gabrielle Roth.


Momentarily challenged – and reminded

use your yogic mind to create a steady character that can dance with changes.

[thank you, nixa de bellis]

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The Universe having fun

So I return from four weeks of dance heaven (and friendly, polite California). Tuesday reality: pretty darn square office work (and stiff looking, impolite Swedes) (not at work).

But low and behold, how the Universe is at play.

At the office where I earn my bread, we have this weird box on trial. People are supposed to vote whether they sympathize with the idea of such a “phone zone” – but my colleagues have instead been joking around with it over the weeks it’s been around. It´s been disguised as a space shuttle, a game show cube (“På Spåret”) and other silly-creative versions.

Today it was transformed into … Studio 54!

A dance studio cube, smack next to my desk. With John Travolta stayin’ alive on video, a disco ball, and other essentials for a dance abstinent. How unlikely is THAT?

In my Universe a rather likely unlikely reflection to manifest. If it’s strong – it’s strong! :-)20110622-164034.jpg

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No Tribe No Life

Some of my amazingly awesome beautiful dance tribe in Los Angeles. So so so much love to you. Sisters. Brothers. You are everything!

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A Loo With A View

Air doesn’t get any more organic than this! :)

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Settings

The sun is setting over Santa Monica. And I am getting ready to leave for home. Stockholm. I fly in two days (and travel for two days. Ugh!).

But this is still my home for another 36 hours. Home is where the heart is – and my iPhone. :)

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Sissy Love

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Trust

She paused, and nodded slowly: So this is what I was anxious about – the Unknown.

Well, the Unknown proved to be the Known – breath by breath, moment by moment.

And always will.

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Ah, to not be cut off

Ah, to not be cut off
not through the slightest partition
shut out from the law of the stars.
The inner — what is it?
if not the intensified sky,
hurled through with birds
and deep with the winds of homecoming.

[R.M. Rilke]

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Road trippin’

Destination: Table Rock Beach in Laguna beach

Participants: The awesome Santa Monica 19th Street ladies

Forecast: Delight

Outcome:

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Beach stilleben’s

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Good morning to you, Anthony Hopkins

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En dansmorgon

A dance of gratitude for all our ancestors…

Mine worked hard through generations to get me here, and so I bow and thank them, thank them all. For all their hard work and loving intent. For all what they have done for me.

Some of them are still alive – you know who you are. I thank you. I love you.

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Home, and home of the Tantric Heart

I have one more whole week to go before I return home, and I will be so ready to return home. I have a blessed life waiting me. With so much love and deliciousness. And with just the right challenges I need for my growth.

I long to see some special people and one special cat. I long to live a full summer at the cottage with Emma. I long to embrace and be embraced. To breathe and be breathed. I long to conclude my present work of writing, and to start the process of looking for new copywriting commitment (email me if you have ideas, I’m avaliable from August!). I long to teach and to meet my yoga students. I long for the Yoga Festival at Ängsbacka. I long for my tribe sisters and brothers. Long for rides on my favorite, big bike. I long for fresh, Swedish summer’s air. For many, many swims. I long for my home and its scents. I long for Swedish summer – sweet delight of realities.

And yet I love it here in Santa Monica. Love it, love it, love it. All at once: The longing and missing, and the pleasure of now. The love of home and the love of away. The inner freedom and the personal constraints. The light and the shadows. The healed, and the aching wounds. The jumping off the cliff, and the petrifying moment before jumping. The raw. The sophisticated. The All inclusive, embracing Tantric Way.

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Which totally reminds me

How I love this synchronicity business!

“Being true to ones commitments.” And, swa-hoosh, I am reminded of my voluntary Friday chore. The beast is waiting in the kitchen. (And I do not mean Sissy Poodle.)

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I’m not gonna say

I’m not gonna say what this is about. But lemme give you a hint. My friend is very true to her commitments. :-)

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Synchronicity of Being (and being a butterfly)

One example of so many blessed examples, of the joy of synchronicity with the Source that we all dwell in…

I dedicated my dance to my dearest Emma.

At the altar, I pulled this card. It looks just like Emma.

The text on the back was for me. I have been urging to say some unsayable words to a friend here. Knowing it cannot be said unless it suddenly can, and certainly not be forced, these words said it all. I have also spend time thinking of my new last name, not reaching any decisions (and being quietly content with that)…

Arriving home from dance, I have an email in my inbox from across the planet. It reads: “You are a butterfly (that cannot be caught)”….

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Livet på en pinne

Recept:

One dose Movement. One dose
Sun. Amazing friends and people to share with.

And one dose Santa Monica.

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The Man and The Dough

Seth, som jag bor hos, är en man med många intressen, som t ex:

1. Copywriting.
2. Beth. Också detta har vi gemensamt: vi är sambos med en yogini. (Seth med Beth, jag med mig.)
3. Fruktplockning i Santa Monicas gränder. (In need of a ripe grapefruit? Figs? Apricots? Ask Seth!)

Men det här är ändå hans allra färskaste passion.

Surdegsbrödbakning.

Jag vågar påstå att det blir en varaktig relation. Igår sa Seth: “All I ever want to eat again, is Bread and Butter.”

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I AM

GRYM SUPERDOKUMENTÄR. Bättre än alla Secrets och Bleeps. Mer i stil med A Beautiful Earth.

Med andra ord: Se den!!

http://www.iamthedoc.com/

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The Bliss

June 2011

20 years of residing in the Nectarian lusciousness of the eternal Heart, the Source and Receptor of all Bliss, the incapable-of-being-exhausted Source unfolds and increases by it’s very nature before my awareness of the mystery.

Moving reveals the Nectar; Swananda Paritam.

OM Namah Shivaya!

~ Mia

White feather altar by Jo Cobbett

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I love it

Meeting on the beach.

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