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Audio classes, teleconference, merchandise, oh my! Check out the selection of natural pain relief products and services, now available at the Dancing with Pain® online store! Click the highlighted link in this post, or select “store” from the menu up above.
Yahoo! Dancing with Pain has a Facebook fan page! Sound the trumpets! Tell all your friends! Dance in the streets! Here’s our site:
DANCE HEALS!
A Discussion and Dance Workshop
Sunday July 18
Facilitated Discussion 4:00 pm – 5:00 pm
Guided Freestyle Dance 5:00 pm – 6:00 pm
$15 per person, limit 15 attendees.
Pre-registeration is recommended by clicking here
MuDo Integrated Martial Arts Center
1624 Ocean Park Boulevard
Santa Monica, CA 90405
(310) 980-5790
Join Anna Tostrup Worsley, visiting from Sweden, and DANCEformation™ and Dancing with Pain® methods founder Loolwa Khazzoom, for an hour-long conversation about the healing powers of dance, followed by an hour-long guided freestyle dance session that is safe for people with all levels of ability/disability.
After a bus accident leaving Anna with a broken back and paralyzed leg in her 20s, she discovered that by organically dancing the rest of her body to an inner rhythm, she could accomplish what no doctor was able to help her do: completely recover. To celebrate, Anna — who was told she would never walk again — went on a 400 mile hike in the mountains, and she now practices acro-yoga — combining acrobatics and yoga. In addition, Anna has since written two books based on her story, and she writes a blog called “365 Days of Pain-Free Living.”
After a hit-and-run, head-on car collision, followed by medical negligence, Loolwa lived with chronic and debilitating pain throughout her body. Barely able to walk two blocks, she had a mystical experience leading her to discover that by dancing the parts of her body that were free from pain, she could spontaneously transform and, over time, heal the parts of her body that were in pain. Loolwa went on to teach this unique dance method to others and discovered that it had a 96% efficacy rate in reducing or eliminating pain. She has since teamed up with mind-body medicine pioneer, Martin Rossman, MD, LAc, who is serving as the medical supervisor for upcoming clinical trials.
You gotta love LA. Drivers in shiny tanks and SUVs that take up the entire street, whipping around neighborhoods at freeway speeds, careening in and out of driveways like they’re entering racetracks, driving with their high beams not only at night, beneath the ample city lights, but during the daytime, in the blinding summer sun.
Apparently they really need that extra light, because they just can’t seem to see pedestrians, or if they do see them, it must be in the blink of an eye. Because before those unsuspecting peds are done crossing in front of the car, the driver is already gunning up the engine and proceeding to speed across the intersection.
Which is why I was being super duper careful yesterday, when I biked to the bank. Rather than driving through a busy intersection with the cars and hazarding a left-hand turn, I made sure to cross with the light, using the crosswalk. On my way back from the bank, I toyed with the idea of jetting across the street mid-point but stopped, telling myself to play it safe.
“Well there’s a reason not to go against the light,” I thought, as a group of cars turned left and jetted across where I would have been biking. After the cars passed, the light turned green, with its little walking stick figure. So I put my right foot back on the pedal and proceeded to bike across. Before I had the chance to raise my head from looking at the pedal, I heard a horrific screeching sound – a car, I knew instinctively, about to slam into me.
I let out a terrified, high-pitched scream. The black Mercedes SUV slammed to a halt just in front of me. I was frozen in fear. Not three seconds had gone by when an older man gestured at me, yelling, “Just move!” in an irritated tone, as he crossed the street in my direction.
I paused and caught my breath, looking at the woman in the SUV. A blown-up Barbie boll. Just like Barbie, her face had as much expression as plastic. She just sat there, stone cold, as if nothing had happened. No remorse, no apology, no emotion period. She just sat there in her big fat SUV, in front of my bike.
Once I’d caught my breath, I put my foot back on the pedal and began to cross the street. At that moment, the SUV began moving toward me. I jerked to a halt. “Stop!” I yelled, waving my hands. “Stop!” She stopped, still expressionless, still looking straight at me. “What the hell are you doing?!” I yelled angrily as I biked past her window.
I was shaking all the way home.
It’s finally here! In the first week of July, I’ll be releasing all kinds of products, services, and media. I feel as if I have been a squirrel gathering nuts for the past half a year, and I’m finally ready for the big party! Stay tuned for deets. Meanwhile be sure to sign up on the new Dancing with Pain fan page on Facebook! As I understand it, you’ll need to click the “like” option, and as soon as 25 people have done so, it will be an official fan page.
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