I love that I get to tap into my inner DJ when I get to lead a movement class. And I got to do tons of it at the last Wild Woman Fest.
Not-so-funny little story: on the night of December 21st, 2014, I celebrated the winter solstice with a girlfriend at a sweet little vegetarian joint in Queens. After dinner and plenty of catching up, we began to scribble on the paper platesettings a list of our most deepest desires. On the darkest night of the year, we were to dig into our hearts for what we most longed for, and in our own way, plant the seeds for our visions.
I remember feeling the yearning, years ago, to gather with women in circle. I poked around, but as far as I knew, no one was hosting women’s circles in Brooklyn. The closest I came to something like it was a 12-week long weekly gathering, which I immediately bowed out of when I found out it was an online thing. Nothing wrong with telecircles, but what I craved for was an in-the-flesh, across-from-me kind of visceral experience.