Dawn of the Head (13 minutes)


Hi Everyone,

I’m in the middle of one of those months.

At the beginning of the year, the Universe made itself very clear:
“You know now that I make better plans than you do. So don’t F this up by making your own plans.”

By March, I got impatient. ( In my defense, Reader… I do have bills to pay down here on Earth.)
So I made some plans.

And now I’m in it.

• Yoga Trapeze workshops this weekend.
• A beautiful Somatic Retreat coming up on April 25.
• And another large-scale art project being produced—once again—on a very tight timeline.

I love every part of what I do.
But when it all lands at once, it can feel a bit like Alice in Wonderland—tumbling down the hole while books, ideas, and projects swirl around me on the way down.

I had every intention of taking this week off from writing.

But Thursday’s Galileo class offered up something I didn’t want to sit on—a short, 13-minute chair sequence that brings ease and mobility back to the upper body in a very direct way.

So I uploaded it to YouTube.

If you feel like it, you too can start your morning with Dawn of the Head.

Next Sunday, I’ll share more about the art project (it will be open to the public—May 2 in Berkeley), along with a bit more detail about the one-day Somatic Retreat in Carmel Valley on 04/25.

In the meantime, I’m going to keep riding the wave I apparently asked for.

Domini Anne

P.S. If you’ve been feeling a little like you’re being pulled in five directions at once, this one might meet you exactly where you are.

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