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MythDance

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A Ritual journey of embodied storytelling

with live drumming in the forest

MythDance is weaving of movement, meditation, and world mythology. Through practices of embodiment and imagination, we bring to life the stories that want to be told.

Myths are stories which have been told throughout the ages; they speak both to our personal stories and to the stories present in the collective. We look into the Soul of the Self, into the Soul of the Collective, and dance these stories into being in a new way. In telling our story, we heal. In creating our story, we evolve.


May we listen more deeply to ourselves, to each other, and to the Truth held within the myth...

MythDance is currently in its third incarnation, now being held in Bern, Switzerland.

After each MythDance, a poem-gift comes, in honor of the journey and words spoken from the dancers, in honor of Life. Please scroll down for both text and audio versions. To hear a selection of these poems shared on the Medicine Caller podcast with Sophia Wise One, please visit here.

Upcoming Events:

MythDance returns to the forest with live drumming!!!

Please register at least 24 hours in advance at the link below

  • Save the Dates 2025 MythDances (always on Saturday): 15.2; 26.4; 14.6; 16.8; 18.10; 29.11

  • MythDance in the forest with live drumming

    Day and Time: Saturday, 26 April 2025, 15.30-18.00

    Location: near Glasbrunnen, Bern CH (weather permitting - register for details)

    Cost: CHF 30.-


    A loving welcome to returning drummer Beat Rihm. Beat is an heartfelt percussionist who has studied with René Barth and Tom Ehrlich of SpiritDance Drumming.


    Beat Rihm: https://www.offener-kreis.ch

Myths Danced

Poems from our journeys, as a gift for you…

Image by mokhalad musavi from Pixabay

Mirror of the World

15 February, 2025

Back when the world

Was an empty cup,

When chaos reigned

And unanswered questions

Lingered

In

Electric

Silver

Airs,

A pair of eyes opened.


Owl watched

As the three old women came,

The Maze of Lights and Mirrors

Blazing

In the distance


In an instant,

Multiple worlds swirled,

Whirling in the direction of

No Wrong Way


We swayed, submitting ourselves

To the haze of Lights and Mirrors,

Until nothing but distractions

Remained


But was that really, truly

What we became?


Or did the pain of our inner

And outer battles

Rattle us to the point of

Coming

To

Center?


Isn't there a place to enter,

There in the space of pure stillness,

There in the Something Bigger,

Where we see each other with

New eyes?


The guise of caterpillar

Has long been disclosed.


Eventually he gives up and

Disrobes into that glorious

Knowing-how-to-fly


Eventually River's raging reflections

Bend and brightly bow,

Showing us the face

Of Ocean's ever-giving

Knowing-how-to-flow


So,

Dear One,

Do not be afraid of unanswered questions

Or of lessons that leave blood upon your lips

Simply - trust your inner knowing

And let yourself be gently

Guided

By this.