Dance the Fear Away! (or, How to Heal Yourself with Dance)

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A few minutes into the dance, and my eyes begin to burn with tears. My breath comes faster and faster.

 

This is the moment of the dance. Here it is: the moment of the unveiling. Today, the act of dancing is like looking into a mirror after rolling around in the mud. It’s a bit scary.

 

This is the moment of the dance; the time when the fear is released. There is a gorgeous song playing, haunting female vocals. I am allowing every note of it to invade the universe of my cells. I am one with the song.

 

Sometimes, as I dance tonight, I am a soft and subtle priestess: swirling, delicate, my wrists articulating the swoosh and grace of my subtle gossamer being—and, at other times, I am a forceful, angry, ferocious masculine beast: my feet kick and stomp, my fists pump and punch the air. I am hungry; I want blood.

 

The tears come faster now. Wet and thick like sludge. Some of these tears fall onto the carpet underneath my feet, and some of them fall into my open mouth and I digest them. These tears are primal and necessary. I must release them.

 

These tears let me know that I have accidentally taken on too much weight, lately, from the world. I have absorbed too much from the (seeming) brokenness around me: the poverty, the violence, the hatred, the fears. The bruised woman, tattooed from head to toe, who came to me for counsel, her traumatized child at her hip, who barely made eye contact. The friend who I watch killing himself with every cigarette. The glaring president on the television screen who says “build the walls”…

 

… somehow, somehow, in these past few days, since my last dance, that woman with the tattoos, that friend with the cigarettes, and that president have somehow broken my heart. I have allowed them to. I have forgotten who I am.

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HOW TO DANCE

 

The dance doesn’t have to be pretty today. The dance doesn’t have to be perfect.

 

These are the words I tell myself on the days when it’s tough to get off my couch. These are the words I say when I feel lazy.

 

The dance can be whatever it is, Anya. It can be slow or it can be fast. I can spit or I can smile. I can be wild and mean or a delicate beauty. Whatever. Just dance. Just do it! Just do whatever comes … 

 

For no matter how awfully, no matter how awkwardly a dance might begin, it will always always end in joy—if you give it enough time.

 

Yes, the secret of dance is to give it enough time. Give it as much as it takes. Stand up, turn on the music, turn off the clocks, and dance. Allow the dance to feel weird or laborious until the precious moment comes when the dance is a true dance. When all the fears are gone, and the music possess you.

 

For the past few years, I have made the commitment to myself to dance two or three times a week. And, recently, I have just completed a 30-day dance challenge—where I danced every single day, no matter how tired, no matter whether I was in the mood.

 

It was incredible.

 

So, what have I learned about dance?

 

I have learned that dancing is one of the most freeing things a human being can do.

 

And I have learned that I, personally, love to dance alone. It has become a sacred ritual for me. I do also love going to my weekly dance class when I can, but my home dance practice is deeply fulfilling.

 

When I begin my dance, in my humble living room, on freezing winter nights or on sumptuous summer afternoons, I begin with a prayer and I end with a prayer. At the beginning I say, “Please make me a vessel for the divine light to dance through me.” At the end I say, “Thank you; I am so grateful for this dance.”

 

Yes, friends, I dance with intention; I dance as a healing art. I dance for my own sanity and for my own self-compassion. I dance to fall in love with myself.

 

I dance freeform. No memorized steps. Just feel what emerges.

 

Some days the dancing is short: ten or twenty minutes is all I need: it’s a full busy day, and I’m already feeling good.

 

On other days, however, the dancing is a long and twisting journey: I turn off the phones and the clocks and everything else that beeps and I promise to dance until that blessed moment comes when I begin to feel good. I wait for the serotonin; I wait for the sigh of relief and the smile. On those rather rough days, I know that nothing else is as important as my empowered decision to dance.

 

Dance is a commitment I have made to myself.

 

It is a commitment to my own evolution and healing.

 

On the tough days, indeed, the dance is absolutely imperative to my wellbeing. I know that until this fear departs, I am utterly useless. I cannot serve myself, let alone serve others. Until this fear subsides, what can I possibly do?

 

So, I dance. I dance the fear away.

 

I choose to dance and I come alive within the dance. I lose myself, my typical notions of what “me” is.

 

I blur. I become a goddess and a god when I dance: I reach both, the place where gender has no meaning. I put on my comfiest sweatpants or my sexiest skirt, and I dance until the time comes when sweat slides down my neck and I am intoxicated by the smell of my own armpits as my head thrashes from side to side. I find I actually like this smell.

 

And now comes the moment when I strip. I peel off all my sweaty clothes, throwing them triumphantly onto the carpet in a beautiful, crazy heap. My roommate is not home. At this moment, I am naked and dancing. At this point, I have reached ecstasy. No drugs needed, except the delicious batch of chemicals my brain has made, especially for me.

 

 

HEAL YOUR BRAIN AND YOUR BODY WITH DANCE

 

Where does anxiety come from?

 

From whence does fear originate?

 

Why are some people able to cure their depression while others commit suicide?

 

Where does the darkness come from, and how can we bring in the light?

 

These profound questions about what it means to be a human being are no longer simply relegated to the province of priests—now, in our modern age, scientists, sociologists, and psychotherapists are joining the dialogue.

 

In the holistic community, dance is being used as a treatment for depression, PTSD, autism, eating disorders, and many other conditions. There is much research out there now, showing how dance is an extremely effective healing tool.

For example, Christina Devereaux, spokesperson for the American Dance Therapy Association, describes dance as a way of shedding light upon what’s hidden within the psyche, as a way to explore, purge, and clear painful emotions. “We really believe in the body/mind connection,” she says. “Dance is a way for people to use what’s happening inside them and express it in an external, expansive way.”

 

In a 2015 peer-reviewed study, neuroscience researchers found that dancing boosts self-esteem, lowers anxiety, and increases psychological wellbeing.

 

And at the Stanford Neuroscience Health Center, for elders with Parkinson’s meet weekly to dance to live music and spoken word poetry. This “Dance for PD” class is a truly holistic therapy: it heals on the physical as well as the emotional and mental levels as well. Incredibly, the program was launched 15 years ago in Brooklyn, New York, and is now offered in 16 countries around the world!

 

 

MY OWN DANCE JOURNEY

 

For over three decades, I struggled to live. The combination of undiagnosed PTSD (derived from physical, emotional, and sexual abuse as a child) plus being gifted with a number of intuitive gifts and sensitivities (gifts not recognized as valid by my culture) left me disabled and suicidal. I simply couldn’t figure out how to function in the world.

 

In my early thirties, I had no choice but to leave behind a promising academic career, shortly after earning my PhD, due to my rapidly-disintegrating immune system and an advanced case of adrenal fatigue syndrome. (These are, unfortunately, quite common issues for those with unhealed trauma.) For a while, my friends and intentional family had to take care of me. I intuitively knew that if something didn’t shift soon, I would die.

 

Today, my life looks so radically different that sometimes I shake my head in grateful disbelief. I am healthier now in mind, body, and spirit than I ever have been in my entire life.

 

In my healing journey, I have been blessed to receive help in many beautiful forms: a highly-intuitive counselor, trusted spiritual teachers, a community of loving friends, and daily holistic practices such as reiki, raw juicing, yoga, and meditation. All of these tools greatly aided my recovery.

 

And it was that the final, powerful piece of my healing puzzle clicked into place a few years ago, the moment I discovered dance. It felt like nothing short of a miracle. A way to radically rewire my brain and detoxify old, clogged-up emotions.

 

A way to experience pure joy!

 

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my weekly Sacred Dance class at The Space

 

DEFINITIONS OF DANCE

 

Dance is moving faster than the speed of thought.

 

Dance is immersion in sound.

 

Dance is instinctive. It connects us with our ancestors, the ancient tribes who danced for rain and to celebrate the hunt.

 

Dance is primal and sacred. It’s an opening of the heart. It’s a healing space where we feel the music so intensely, so fully, that our bodies cannot help but move.

 

Dance is being possessed by the dance. The dancer becoming the dance. The body becoming a channel. A vessel of light.

 

Indigenous cultures throughout history have practiced dance as not only a celebration, but also as a divine healing art. During the height of my healing crisis, about six years ago, my friend Pattie, a Native American medicine woman, began to teach me how to dance. Her lessons were not formal nor were they complicated. They simply arose, organically and simply, because I was ill and she loved me.

 

We sat by the fire in the open air. Barefoot. Summer evening, fireflies. She began to drum. And she asks me, before the dance, “Are you finally ready to let go of your fear?”

 

I remember her watching me. I remember melting into the realization that she knew things that I did not. She possessed a knowledge deeper and truer than could be expressed in logical language. As I began to dance around the leaping fire, my feet stomping and grinding with Mother Earth, I wept. I moaned and sighed: anger that had been bottled since my childhood was finally leaving me.

 

In those beautiful moments with Pattie, I felt all the benevolent spirits who guided her nod their silent, loving assent. (Maybe those spirits were my friends, too?)

 

On those blessed summer evenings, I danced. I finally felt connected: to her, to her Ojibwa tribe, and to all the people of the Earth who understand the simple ways of healing.

 

We humans in modern cities lose a bit of life energy every day. Pollution, noise, stress, crappy jobs, poisoned food, living in squared-shaped boxes made of toxic materials. Our feet rarely touch the Earth.

 

Indeed, we lose our balance in one thousand ways and we become ill. We forget our connection to Source. Through sacred dance, however, we bring our awareness back into our bodies, back into our holy temples. We get our blood flowing again. We turn off our gadgets and our thinking minds, and we return to a simpler, more loving way of being.

 

What is dance, you ask?

 

Dance is a mode of reconnection. A testament to the truth that: every body, no matter how seemingly damaged, wants to heal.

 

Dance is a mode of evolution.

 

When we are dancing, we forget our stories. We forget our successes, our failures, our labels, our concepts, our To Do Lists…these all vanish, in the glory of the dance. The story of “me” dies.

And what remains? The true self. The healed self.

 

 

 

THE UNEXPECTED MIRACLE OF DANCE

 

 

Dance is a miracle. And we don’t even need music to do it.

Next time you’re in line at the grocery store, try and see what it feels like to gently sway your hips back and forth. Or, when you’re talking to the teller at the bank, what does flexing that smile on your face feel like? When you’re at home washing dishes, what does the soap and hot water feel like as you move your hands in rhythmical patterns across the glistening porcelain?

 

Can you feel the movement and graceful shapes of your body as you go through your daily life?

 

Can you make a game of it?

 

Can each moment of physical expression in this incarnation be an art form unto itself? Can life itself be a joy?

 

It’s time to turn up the music, my dear friends. Transport yourself to a miraculous place, beyond time and logic. No need to plan, no need to think. Just be. Just be you.

 

Feel the grace and splendor of your limbs, and breathe in this beautiful thing called life!

 

 

4 thoughts on “Dance the Fear Away! (or, How to Heal Yourself with Dance)

  1. This speaks to me on so many levels. This is a completely new concept to me, but I am definitely going to start dancing! I get the release of negative energy. When I feel overloaded, I get on the treadmill. It helps but it’s more like a fight than a flow. I also love how you are determined to find that release. I am that way with my meditation. I refuse to stand up until I get what I came for. This was unbelievable inspiring. Thank you dear.

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    1. This article was truly one of my greatest labors of love, so, dear Laura, your words of affirmation are so appreciated! I’m so glad you’re inspired! Yes, dance is an incredible healing art. On some days, it’s slow and easy (and I listen to slower songs like the one by Gabrielle Roth and the Mirrors that I linked to in the post), and on other days I sweat it out! It’s always different, always changing…and I am in love! Blessings! I am hoping to make a video on the subject of dance soon for my newsletter subscribers, if you are interested in receiving more support/inspiration?

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  2. I absolutely LOVE this post and the idea of dancing as a healing practice we can give to ourselves! I LOVE to dance!! One of my favorite things ever is to go see live music and dance the entire time! My son and I have frequent dance parties together. And I sometimes dance in the morning when I am getting ready for work. But I’ve never thought of making dancing part of my daily wellness practice! Such an awesome idea! I’m not one to enjoy going to a gym, but I have been practicing yoga at home every morning since mid-January. I love to hike. I’m always looking for fun ways to exercise. I’m going to have to try this! Thank you! I love your blog so much! ❤️

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    1. Dear one,
      It is so gratifying to hear that you love the blog. I invest my heart & soul into it, so it’s so wonderful to get that feedback. I really appreciate it.

      And I am so happy to hear of all the ways you take care of your beautiful self: yoga, hiking, dance! Wow! Sounds like you are in a good groove in life.

      Thank you for reading and your comment. I love comments so much. They make the writing process extra magical. Many thanks! Namaste xo

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