seed spiral communion Portal

If ever your Yes shifts as it relates to being a sacred witness at Dancing Mother, please REJOICE! and let Mother Mother know.

Every week I curate a collection of shares and bring it into the circle for sacred witnessing and discovery with myself and those who wish to join me in this communion. You are invited to feel into your Yes and engage with as much or as little of the shares as you desire. 

As this seed spiral grows, more opportunities for togetherness and sharing will be a part of the dance too. For now, I welcome your engagement, feedback, and questions whenever you have them through voice notes, videos, text messages, and emails. If ever you feel moved to write or record reflections that you want to add to the Dancing Mother archive as a sacred witness, and for others to witness as well, I joyfully welcome those offerings too. 

Please take from these offerings only what you feel called to commune with. There is no obligation or expectation here. If ever you feel inspired to share Dancing Mother with others, please invite them to become a sacred witness themselves. Please do not share your access login or the content within Dancing Mother with anyone who is not already a sacred witness inside Dancing Mother. 

The soil of Dancing Mother was nourished and activated inside the Fertility Abundance Garden. To experience more engagement with me, other brilliant creators, and the deeply regenerative frequencies of the Garden, you are welcome to join the Garden. (Not all creators in the Garden are sacred witnesses at Dancing Mother. And not all sacred witnesses are in the Garden.)

I welcome you into this communion from my heart and my becoming with love and gratitude. Thank you for being here with me. 

an introduction to dancing mother

Dancing Mother is both a celebratory synthesis of my journeys, and a performative activation portal of expanded consciousness of my brilliance and power as a creator. I am taking great care and moving slowly to matter and name all the pieces that shape and pour into the makings of me, and the specific ways my full presence mothering practice creates new possibilities for being in and engaging with the world as a dancing mother.

As a full presence mother, my children are with me all the time. The essentialness of our proximity begins at birth when they are nourished from my body. And even beyond our season of sacred nourishment labors at the breast, our continuous attachment means that every space my body occupies also functions as a central support hub for their learning, growing, questioning, running, jumping, exploring, and becoming. We need room to move freely, to change diapers, to have tantrums, to serve endless snacks, to leap off of chairs, to spread out, to sit and recover, to take pictures and make videos, to dance, to play capoeira, to nurse babies and toddlers and older ones who aren’t ready to wean. Wherever I go, I need space for all of the life that comes with me.

Our radical, multitudinous nature as black mother and children is complex to navigate in both private and public spaces. With each child I have had to relearn how to be in the world, and I’ve also become more imaginative with how our home space can be our world—long before the pandemic initiated similar transitions for many others. The primary element I engage to nurture my dance practice is my body. And my body is often moving in tandem with/sourcing/sustaining one or more other bodies. What, then, does being a dancer mean for me?

Everything about how I mother has shifted my experience and dreamscape as a dancer. I have had to create the space to unpack the transformations, at times turbulent, at times invisible, at times heartbreaking, at times liberating. Dancing Mother is the galaxy I am birthing to bring visibility to my courageous labors to see myself as I am, and to document the dimensions of possibility generated for humanity inside of a mothering-centered movement space.

The second most asked question I’ve received since giving birth to Bloom 8 years ago—after, So how long are you going to breastfeed?— is, Are you still dancing? In my heart the answer is always, Yes! Why would you assume otherwise? But sometimes that’s not what makes it off of my tongue. There have been plenty of moments when I can’t access what my real and fluctuating relation to the movement is, or when the person asking me doesn’t have the capacity to listen for more than 30 seconds as I sift through the layers of who and what I am. Dancing Mother gives me the space to be inside the expansive, messy, sensory, asymmetrical, organic majesty of my becoming, and to share the magic of these vital creation frequencies with other dancing mothers.

I am so excited to see where this dream grows. Thank you for being here! Your presence is the gift!