Training Notes

The ultimate state of dancing is to become so transparent that everything that arises internally and every thing that happens externally is met without any resistance or any holding on.  Everything is allowed to be just the way it is. without any effort or judgement.

Rehearsal for Higher Ground

everything just flows through your being with nothing in the way. we surrender to our own divine wildness.


If only you would touch my heart,

if only you would put your mouth on my heart,

your delicate mouth, your teeth,

if you would put your tongue like a red arrow

there where my dusty heart beats,

it you would blow on my heart, near the sea, weeping,

it would sound with a dark noise, with the sound

       of sleepy train wheels,

like wavering waters,

like a leave in autum,

like blood,

with a noise of moist flames burning the sky,

sounding like dreams or branches or rains,

or foghorns in a dreary port,

if you would blow on my heart, near the sea,

like a white ghost,

at the edge of the foam,

in the midst of the wind,

like an un chained ghost, at the edge of the sea weeping…

Pablo Neruda

For Vanessa


From a single grain they have multiplied.

When you look inthe eyes of one

you have seen them all.

At the edges of highways

they pick at limp things.

They are anything byt refined.

Or they fly out over the corn

like pellets of black fire,

like overlords.

Crow is crow, you say?

Drive down any road,

take a train or an airplane

across the world, leave

your old life behind,

die and be born again-

wherever you arrive

they’ll be there first,

glossy and rowdy

and indistinguishable.

The deep muscle of the world.

Mary Oliver

April 14th Performance Offering


DAIPANbutoh Collective Presents

April 14th Performance

April 14th 7:30pm
@ Velocity Dance Center


1621 12th Avenue, Seattle, WA 98122  Cost: $10


Experience a collaborative night of movement and music, the culmination of the 2-month DAIPANbutoh workshop series, “Emergence of the Deeper Self” 




  • Solo by Consuelo Gonzalez
  • Short films of SU-EN, Joan Laage, & Diana Garcia-Snyder (October 2012 Third WAVE Artists)
  • Workshop Participants’ Performance (Spark Awesome, Lela Besom, Bruce Fogg, Consuelo Gonzalez,Aubrey Lesicki, Angela Martinelli, Compass Noce, Stephen Passero, Paul Pauper, Rebecca Shepherd)
  • DAIPANbutoh Teachers’ Performance (Sheri Brown, Maureen Freehill, Joan Laage, Helen Thorsen, & Douglas Ridings)
  • Music by: Lube Fondue (Seattle) & Travis McAllister (Portland)




Any questions and/or concerns contact:


Sheri Brown,  206-940-6078


Helen Thorsen, 206-226-9485




Storm Warnings

The glass has been falling all the afternoon,
And knowing better than the instrument
What winds are walking overhead, what zone
Of gray unrest is moving across the land,
I leave the book upon a pillowed chair
And walk from window to closed window, watching
Boughs strain against the sky

And think again, as often when the air
Moves inward toward a slient core of waiting,
How with a single purpose time has traveled
By secret currents of the undiscerned
Into this polar realm. Weather abroad
And weather in the heart alike come on
Regardless of prediction.

Between foreseeing and averting change
Lies all the mastery of elements
Which clocks and weatherglasses cannot alter.
Time in the hand is not control of time,
Nor shattered fragments of an instrument
A proof against the wind: the wind will rise,
We can only close the shutters.

I draw the curtains as the sky goes black
And set a match to candles sheathed in glass
Against the keyhole draught, the insistent whine
Of weather through the unsealed aperture.
This is our sole defense against the season:
These are the things that we have learned to do
Who live in troubled regions.

Adrienne Rich
We will miss your brillance!

Wild Geese

Cara Ross Berman

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting,
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting-
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
Mary Oliver