From my upcoming book, Sacred Journey
A Memoir of Loss, Love and Coming Home to Yourself…
A DJ Saved My Life from a Broken Heart
On music, the dance floor, and the men who held me without asking anything in return.
Years before the sacred journey travel decade began, before Boulder, Bali, the medicine drum, or any of the language I now use for what the body knows, I went through the end of my first marriage.
I did not go to therapy. I did not sit in a room with a stranger and explain what had happened. I did not journal or meditate or do any of the things I would later build a career around teaching other women to do.
I went dancing.
I am telling this story here, in the second half of the book, among the medicines, because I did not understand what the dance floor was teaching me until much later. My mind would take decades to catch up with what my body learned in a single night at three in the morning. But the truth of it belongs here, alongside the drum and the flamenco and the gathering and the rising, because the dance floor was where I first discovered the thing I have built my entire practice around:
The body is the site of healing. Not only the mind. The body.
This is why every workshop I create, every retreat, every circle, every programme will have an element of dance.
Not choreographed dance. Not dance-as-performance. The kind of dance that shakes you. That moves through you. That heals you.
Love Maria x