Midnight

Midnight. Always the instant where the day change.

On December 31st the change is even more evident. Marking the end, and the inevitable beginning of our calendar year. Just a practical convention. The Gregorian calendar was a mathematical invention done in 1582 to fix a preceding messy way to keep tracks of time, the Julian calendar. Still carrying some error in it. That got fixed, somehow, with the leap years addition. Other cultures use different counts, starting the count at other times and measuring it in different ways. However we ended up accepting this way, almost everywhere, to agree with each other, at least setting our clocks and calendar in sync with each other…

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What is time anyway? Does time really exist? No matter on what numbers or definition of time we embrace, I can say that I personally experience beginning and ending, related to time. Over and over again. Year to year, month to month, day to day, season to season, full moon to new moon, sunrise to sunset, birth to death.  

So, let's agree that one "year" of our life has passed at midnight on December 31st. We experienced, in billion different ways, consciously or not, that passage from one year to another. That blink of an eye, instant of neutral suspension from the very official ending of 2018 to the very official beginning of 2019.  

One year has gone and another begins. 

What was gone with it? What will come after? 

We could meditate on the past and projecting into the future, creating more new year’s resolution.

We could make a lists of success and failures, joys and sorrows, ups and downs.

We could make plans and draw schedules and formulate proposition and intentions. 

I could, I should. I did.

All good. All commendable. All essential and proper.

But I also want to share how much I appreciated experiencing that blink of an eye in between years. 

That speckle of emptiness that is in between the in and the out breath. That invisible moment detached from the past and the future. 

The present.

00:00:00 was amazing. 

It was invisible, odorless, immaterial. It was nothing. It was emptiness. 

I was in it for eternity and I went through it in a blink of an eye.

The present.

I want to find it again into my dance, into my teaching, into my life. I want to live into that infinite nothingness and embrace all that comes with it and becoming fully aware that I'm in it. That I am it. 

Not only once a year. Not only at midnight. Always.

Dance all of this with me, with us. Let words and thoughts and theories and concepts dissolve in the ether. Come as yourself and dance in emptiness, in eternity, in the present, embracing that invisible dynamic energy that keeps all of this in motion: Love. 

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Embrace Love. Love for ourselves, for another, for the world, for our lives. 

May this new year bring inspiration and clarity for all of us. And may the dance of Love guide us toward the brightest Light. Happy 2019!!!

Fire and Fire

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The month of July is here. Here in San Francisco, we even had a couple of weeks of real summer weather. Streets in the City are so much less crowded and quiet, it feels good. Noticing that the Sun light has that eerie familiar amber color. The haze and speckles of ashes from the many fires around us are filtering the air. Fire can get out of control and be devastating but fire can also be the force we need to forge metal, to warm us up in the cold of winter or when activated inside ourselves; in our moving center, it can give us strength to stand up to affirm ourselves, to make the first step for change, for renewal, for peace and for justice. 

And in these days, in this country, in this confusing social derailment we need to stand up for this principles more than ever. For the survival of this beautiful planet and her endangered nature, for the right of all people, all people, to have a free and dignified life. For the children to be with their families and to be taken care of, together, in unity. We don't want to see children in cages, we don't want to build walls anymore, dividing people. We need to build bridges. 

We can rebel, we can protest, we can march, we can write to our representatives and be creative and effective with our daily choices and actions.

And yes, a lot of what we are seeing happening, outrage us, frighten us, sadden us and cause suffering. 

So here, once again, an inspiring quote from Gabrielle Roth.

"Turn your Suffering into Art, turn you Art into Awareness and turn your Awareness into Action."

Dancing is Art. Let's dance. Together. Rebelliously. Lovingly. Let your inner fire burst out in action!

Full Circle

Everything started with my own birth, right where I am now, at this time of writing.

Almost 68 years has passed and many stories I could tell.

But today I want to honor and focus on the emotions side of my journey on the planet. And the full circle of this.

In Italy we always favor the heart to the brain. And when we would get in trouble we would dive into it, totally heartfelt.

So did my mother, an avid dancer; when, very young and full of Joy, became pregnant with me, making passionate love to an even younger man who’s Fear of commitment made him run away. And so she struggled with the Anger of her parents and the Sadness of being alone. But alone she was not, as I was there for her, all the way. Many times gifting her with the troubles that a rebellious wild son can bring, but also stepping in the role of father when necessary. And ultimately holding her hand through a long illness, all the way to her death bed, fully embracing Compassion and witnessing her last dance, stepping gracefully through the ultimate threshold.

And now, coming out from an amazing deep journey of transformation on a roller coaster ride of emotions. Completing my 5Rhythms Heartbeat Teacher Training right on the day of the anniversary of my mother's departure.

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This completion followed by an opportunity to teach a 5Rhythms class, in my own town, in my native language, the language of the heart. Renewed and recharged, completing another full circle of giving and receiving.

After the class, after the tears and the laughter, the drama and the quiet, I was invited to have a bite. And, they took me, without knowing where, right on the street were I was born. All around rubbles from WWII then, my childhood playground, gentrified nightlife hipster quarters now.

Same food, my food, same wine, my wine.

And then the T-shirt of our waiter got my attention. Another sign of my full circle journey!

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Ending and starting again and again. Wave after Wave. Dancing with my Heartbeat more than ever.

With Love.