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	<title>DANCEMEDITATION &#187; On Practices</title>
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		<title>Beginning</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Feb 2009 15:39:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dunya</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[When you are at the beginning, Begin at the beginning. We are never born in the middle of our life; we are all born babies. It is the same with doing our practice or with teaching a class &#8212; the beginning of a session is always the beginning. The beginning is not a warm up; [...]]]></description>
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Begin at the beginning. </em></p>
<p>We are never born in the middle of our life; we are all born babies. It is the same with doing our practice or with teaching a class &#8212; the beginning of a session is always the beginning. The beginning is not a warm up; it is locating the doorway to Innerness, the direct route to Center for oneself or, when teaching, for the whole group. Like Harry Potter at the train station, the door is never quite in the same spot. Go to the breath, to relaxation, to simplicity. Never imagine you can skip over the start, hoping to have the juice of the middle or the fruit of the end without the dry crust of the beginning. The seed for juice and fruit are planted in the soil of the start.</p>
<p>Every day of practice, begin at the beginning.</p>
<p><em>&#8220;Beginnings are the place where endings are revealed, so that whoever begins with the Beloved ends with the Beloved. Go there, restless to be there until coming to bask in the Presence of the Divine Eternal, on the carpet of intimacy, the place of reciprocal disclosure, confrontation, companionship, discussion, contemplation, and viewing.&#8221; </em><br />
&#8211;Ibn &#8216;Ata&#8217;Illah, 14th century Sufi from first Treatise of <em>Kitab al-Hikam</em></p>
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		<title>Opening</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Jan 2008 05:54:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dunya</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[At workshop this evening I focused intently on my movement and breathing for quite a while, then, as the beautiful Mircan (Kul &#38; Ashes) played, I dropped through. My thoughts melted into blackness and I &#8216;was carried&#8217; by motion, no longer sending it from my thoughts into my body. This is the essential core of [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>At workshop this evening I focused intently on my movement and breathing for quite a while, then, as the beautiful Mircan (<a href="http://www.tulumba.com.tr/storeItem.asp?ic=MU901099HC972">Kul &amp; Ashes</a>) played, I <em>dropped through</em>. My thoughts melted into blackness and I &#8216;was carried&#8217; by motion, no longer sending it from my thoughts into my body. This is the essential core of all this work for meâ€“â€“being susupended beyond my volition, beyond my will and personality. I knew people were there, and I appreciated this in a far-off, universal way, but my emotional life was glass-smooth, neither solitary nor snagged in elaborate complexities that interpersonal life usually requires.<br />
A strange sort of mirror&#8230;<br />
I love this state.</p>
<p><a href="http://blog.dancemeditation.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/lady-on-bench-17.JPEG" title="lady on bench arch"><img src="http://blog.dancemeditation.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/lady-on-bench-17.thumbnail.JPEG" alt="lady on bench arch" /></a></p>
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