Thursday, April 11, 2013

Parallels between Equine Therapy & Therapeutic Pole Dancing at TranZenDance Studio



Written by Thursday 8 p.m. dancer & student,
Christa Hafemann

Equine therapy is the discipline of using horses as a means to provide a metaphoric experience, allowing students to encounter themselves differently and discover new ways of dealing with difficult situations both past and present. While there are various approaches and names to Equine Assisted Therapy, one of the key tenants is learning how to communicate effectively with the horse. Horses connect with their riders and being herd animals, often reflect back what an individual is feeling or thinking, actively engaging the student to respond and deal with their own behavior. If an individual is feeling fearful towards the horse, often a horse will respond with fearful behavior as a member of the 'herd' isn't in balance. In order for the student to communicate effectively with their horse, they need to be engaged with the present moment and aware of what their bodies are projecting. It is a unique and beneficial alternative to talk therapy. Where a student may not be entirely communicative with the instructor, engaging with the companion horse can draw out those issues that lack verbal defining. Pole Dance Therapy has distinctly similar therapeutic benefits as equine therapy, for while there is no horse giving feedback on specific behavior or mindsets, the pole in this dance serves as the instrument of feedback, and much of what is required for the dance, is also integral in equine therapy. While society has preconceived notions of what pole dancing is and who does it as well as why, it is beneficial to challenge these ideas and look at this style of dance through a different perspective. Through dancing and socializing with other members of the class, Pole Dance Therapy can be very effective at healing through non-verbal therapy methods, engaging the mind to be present and heal itself, similar to equine therapy.

 A key to equine therapy is being present-minded. This isn't a zone-out trance, but an active mindfulness where there is engagement with the present and anticipation of the immediate future. An example of this could be something as simple as walking with the horse as a student, staying centered in the moment as well as aware of the upcoming motions that will be required to continue the movement as well as desired direction of the horse. Deep breathing if the student is distracted or anxious can be a good way to assist an individual having difficulty with this present-mindedness. A horse will sense if the student is disengaged or preoccupied, and the harmony between the two will be noticeably lacking than with someone who is connected. Over time, as the student practices this mindfulness and becomes accustomed to it, there is an increased sense of empowerment as they are able to effectively communicate and work with the horse and themselves. Likewise, with pole dancing, the student must also remain present-minded. Engagement with the present is required to follow-through on specific moves, while anticipating the immediate future is required to continue the flow of the dance. The initial meditative warm-up helps facilitate this through stretching and breathing exercises. Through the class, fellow students often provide some non-verbal feedback as to whether or not the individual is engaged and present in the practice and dance. Students fully connected are very recognizable when dancing and this is reflected through the praise they often receive from other students observing. There is an observable relationship that the student has with the pole and with the music, and the combination of those two things helps that individual transcend their normal state of mind and engage in an active meditation in much the same way as equine therapy. 

The benefit of this shift in thinking and reacting, whether with horses or dance as the feedback mechanism, is a student who learns the value of this state of mind. It can reduce anxiety, improve self-awareness, as well as physical coordination and body perception. More than anything, it improves self-efficacy. A student can measure their own ability to complete specific goals, and over time notice a personal transformation that is often dramatic.

Equine therapy often takes place in intimate group settings. This is beneficial as the student has less pressure to perform in front of others, it is also helpful in building relationships and increasing socialization in a non-threatening way. The student also has the opportunity to watch herd behavior among the horses. There is a very specific communication-style horses have as flight animals that is non-predatory, while assertive and socially intelligent. They primarily communicate through body language, such as how much space is taken up, directly or indirectly facing someone, head positioning, type of walk, and even facial expressions. It is a highly intuitive method of communicating, and is transferable to human interpersonal relationships in a profound way. This can be very empowering for the student to observe, as it typically runs opposite of conventional wisdom for leadership and success, yet is evident to be very beneficial and harmonious to the individuals as well as the herd.

While pole dancing lacks the horses performing as a herd, there are similarities. The small class size encourages relationship building amongst members of the class, and an authentic community that supports individual and group needs simultaneously, is fostered. This is herd behavior, manifesting in a pole dance class. Competition and objectivity have no place in the class or the dance. Students learn instead to consider the constant interplay of body, mind, spirit, and emotion to develop an intuitive approach to dancing. This approach also applies to communicating with each other, as there is a raw sense of vulnerability for the student participating in the dance that can be resistant to traditional, dominant methods of communication, both verbal and non-verbal. It is a positive, feminine connection to 'the herd'.   
For the individuals participating, it boosts inspiration, innovation, and communion with each other. It also teaches that one can continually adjust to challenging circumstances while fostering an adaptable yet joyful, deliberate, and sustainable attitude. There is a sense of empowerment that is not domineering, and a self-confidence that is not arrogant. These are powerful concepts to embrace as a woman, especially in a world that is so male-oriented.

Horses are novel. For the majority of students in equine therapy, meeting a horse is an entirely new experience. While there may be some idea how self-exploration will go, often there are no preconceived notions on how that student will react. This is the perfect environment to learn about the self. The brain, being unsure of next steps and outcomes, tends to focus less on performing and more on learning. Pole dancing is also fairly novel. While society has preconceived notions about this dance form, the student typically has no idea how well they will do attempting these new movements. As with meeting a horse for the first time, there is nervousness, hesitancy, and a distinct lack of preset 'patterns' the body can easily fall into.
This can be somewhat uncomfortable, mentally, for the student. However it is through this approach that the student can learn the value of trust, in themselves and the instructor, as well as increase body awareness dramatically. Over time, learning to dwell and become comfortable and familiar with this mind-set makes it less and less frightening, cultivating personal acceptance, establishing assertiveness, improving creative freedom and personal growth.

At a high level, therapy with both horses and dance is movement, engagement with the body, and awareness of the present. Both can be highly beneficial for the student to connect with themselves and each other in a deep and empowering way. This allows them to move beyond the physical to tap into a deep inner healing that is highly personal and transformative.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

For the Girl Fight Club



(for the girl fight club)
by Eutemia Cristina


A lady hangs. Suspended by one leg. One hand. By the skin of her hip. Deafening cheers erupt from the other hanged women.
They meet at night, near the warehouses in an almost-resurrected part of town. In the day you can spot the members by the black-and-blues their work clothes don’t cover. Without explanation, the women go about their business. Making photocopies, feeding children, prepping dental tools, scribbling on dry erase boards. It’s sometimes best not to reveal their secret in these places.
And their secret isn’t pretty.
They’re defiant. They’ve come to resuscitate what’s been long dead. This is a fight for their lives.
In a rundown building, through concrete halls, each woman reaches an empty room. Candle lit. Mirrorless. Blinds pulled. Unbroken lines from ground to sky tower in the center, the fighters’ only weapons. The secret is told here. Levitation, angels, superwomen: all real.
The fighters encircle. Wives, mothers, daughters, grandmothers, widows, cousins and sisters. A lot of shes are here. Seen and unseen. And they’ve known this fight all too well. The first contender of the evening is ready. Their roars encourage her every step—turn—hip circle. And she will need it because she faces a murderous opponent. Returning her challenging stare are her own two eyes. They’re remarkable. Able to compare her face, breasts, thighs to every glossy image thumbed through. Magnifying every unflattering angle, blemish, wrinkle. Vividly recalling jokes and criticisms not just about her body, but of her femininity. Her ability to nurture.
She saunters to a pole, body nearly bare. Her opponent taunts

Well, well, well. Look at you.
 The girl with no shape. Too flat there, too chubby here...
and you’re so old, too old.
 By now you realize you aren’t enough, right? Never have been.

She recognizes some of the voices. Her fingers run through her hair, caress her neck. Feeling ridges. The hardness of her collar bone. Soon melody fills the empty space, echoing wild abandon from years past. Or hauntings from a song cried to a thousand times. Or something yet unfamiliar this night’s memory will imprint.
She leans into the pole, her golden companion.

Wow. So this is what you want to do.
Huh, you’re even more of a whore than I thought.

Some of the voices belong to those she once loved.
The pole stoically shoulders every burden.  It is her unwavering partner in this dance. It is unafraid to stand beside her. It is unafraid to be strong for her. But she says when they go. She says when they stop. When she loses her grip and crashes to the floor, it waits patiently for her to pick herself back up, without insult or ridicule.
She tries again. Twisting away from jabs, ripping off chokeholds.

Don’t you get it? Everything about you is wrong. You can’t look, think or act like you do.
The whole world’s been telling you this but you’re too stupid to understand.
 Joy will never be yours. Grace will never be yours. So have a little dignity and 
Give Up.

Her neck whips, exploding long hair, a hip juts then slowly dips, swaying, tick…tock… tick…tock… tick…tock. Gently, her whole body undulates like a mermaid reaching the blackest depths, a wrist beckons, shoulders roll, she feels the fabric of her tank top, the curl in the hem of her shorts, the slope of her waist. She destroys the last move as she whirls to create another. And another. Each prance unafraid to spontaneously improvise and flourish.  Each delicate footfall a little hotter… until the ground is scorched.     
She climbs the metallic spine. Flips. Her leg catches firmly around it. Delight surges at the quickness of her flexing thighs.
Her back arches.
Steady, steady.  
She inhales.
 Opening her fist. Finger by elegant finger.
And lets go.
She holds the lacerating opponent in her gaze. And reaches for her.

It’s ok, it’s ok now. You’re safe.
 I know why you hate. Why you attack.
You’ve simply forgotten—the cruel ones also forgot.
They were only doing what was done to them, and what was done to them— they were just as fragile and afraid.
They hadn’t seen or understood their own ineffable beauty. And my God. What you truly are. Here, let me show you…

The yanking pain of skin wrenched against the pole—securing her height—disappears. Her toes point. Outstretched arm extends. Past the curvature of the earth. Every part of her unfolding rays. At first, she seems a faint glow. As if her suppleness a reflection of the candle flames. A soft halo. A sacred lantern, raised as an offering. A torch for her path and for those who watch, follow, join. But she doesn’t know any of this. She’s surrendered. She’s lost in her own ecstasy. Her dance an ancient walk with God. Her accelerating radiance fuzzes body lines and she is consumed. She no longer hangs but floats. As white-hot brilliance, something otherworldly.  
Her opponent incinerates. The room kindles, igniting to a slow burn. City lights melt into mountains. Mountains into ocean. Ocean into the infinite space of her own pulsing heart.
And peace is hers.
These fighters are not pretty. They are bring-you-to-your-knees beautiful.
Thumping music syncs with her throbbing body as it fades. She lowers herself, spiraling to the ground. Eyes closed. Finger tips dusting the floor. Drenched. She uncoils from her fixed partner. And it is over.
The women know the victor by the lingering soft glow. Their joyous shrills announce her arrival, as the women before them have done. And the women before them. And the women before.  The whoops and hollers claim her. She is theirs. She is her own. She is joy beyond articulation. She is of staggering wonder. A miracle of miracles. They’re enraptured. Celebrating the mystery that is her. What life. What awe-striking inspiration. All her fingers and toes. Legs and hair. Hips and breasts. Mouth and mind. Sex and love. Alive with movement and life. In witnessing her strain and tenderness they are renewed.
And they remember.
The fighter opens her eyes and all is new again. Whooping voices the first sounds to fresh ears. And she remembers.
The women’s ruckus scatters her opponent’s ashes, keeping her safe from its regeneration a little while longer. She’s no fool; she knows victory is fleeting. The night will soon be over. And she’ll leave the incubating warmth to contend with new and old struggles, out there. For now, though wobbly-legged and limb-numb from adrenaline, she embraces and is embraced by other fighters. But even before this, she respectfully faces the obliterated fragments of her tormentor. Kindly smiles. And reminds with the quiet rasp of first words     
I win.