Downloadable Audio Class, “The Breakfast Mix,” Now Available for Purchase!

By: Loolwa Khazzoom, Founder, Dancing with Pain

August 31st, 2011 • Leave a Comment

It’s here! “The Breakfast Mix,” the first in the series of downloadable audio classes on dance for natural pain relief, is now available for purchase through our online store. (more…)

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Ocean Spoke to Me

By: Loolwa Khazzoom, Founder, Dancing with Pain

September 12th, 2016 • Leave a Comment

Reflections on the most extraordinary swimming experience I’d ever had in my life and one of the most profound experiences I’d ever had, period. During my Kauai journey, I discovered that I need the ocean, music, nature, and dance, as the pillars of my Healing and my Life, which are and need to be one and the same. And here in this experience, I was with all of them, all at once. I swam in the rhythm of the drums. I danced in the water. I hooped and hollered and ululated and jumped and down and twirled around made waves and splashed. It was magnificent.

It was my second to last day on Kauai. In the morning, I texted someone about getting together and drumming. I told her I was heading to Anini Beach that day and asked if she’d like to join. She told me that at 6 pm that day, there would be an African dance class on that very beach, and she invited me to drum with them.

While I’d had fun drumming with the class the day before, I didn’t want to do it again. The experience had taught me that I much prefer freestyle drumming and dancing, although it also (re)taught me how amazing it is to dance with live drums.

I arrived at Anini Beach at 5:45 pm and changed into my swimsuit. I waved at the drummers and dancers, then headed into the water. Shortly after, the drumming began.

The water was perfect – pure, calm. The sun was shining, then setting, glistening on the water, with changing colors. The white puffy clouds were floating in the sky. The water. The water. The water. Immersed in the water.

After completing my laps, I danced in the water, near the drums. As I did, She spoke to me: “Immerse yourself in this. Become this.” I lay down on my back and floated, as Ocean held me, supported me, nurtured me. “This is my medicine,” I whispered. “This is my medicine…This is my medicine.” Ocean whispered it back, amplified in my ears in the water.

The drums. The drums.

And I understood what I am to do: Boldly step into that which I love, that which heals me. Transform my life entirely. Wander the Earth. Immerse Myself in Her Waters. Bathe in the glory of sound – drumming, dancing, singing, piano, trumpet. Immerse myself in nature, and allow Her to wash over me. Celebrate Life, sing praises to the Divine, seek out others to join me.

And so it is.

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Whispers of the Ocean Piano

By: Loolwa Khazzoom, Founder, Dancing with Pain

September 7th, 2016 • Leave a Comment

Immersing
Bathing
Washing over me
Dancing
Allowing
Opening to the Healing that surrounds me permeates me Swirls through me
Ocean Waters
This is my Medicine
She told me
This is My Medicine

Music
Water
All Vibrations
All Sound
All Waves
Washing over me
Through me
Cleansing me
Purifying me
Healing me
So that I am Harmony
Inside outside
Swirling swirling
With the Dancers and Dreamers
And Magic Makers
Of the world

 

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My Three Pet Peeves

By: Loolwa Khazzoom, Founder, Dancing with Pain

September 6th, 2016 • Leave a Comment

My three pet peeves:

1. Dog owners who let their dogs run around without a leash, in areas that have leash laws, and who act like you’re the asshole when you ask them to honor the law and leash their dogs. Similar peeve is government agencies who do nothing to enforce the law, making it a joke and encouraging people to break the law.

2. People who are not mindful of and/or who do not honor the body space of those around them, giving little to no buffer and/or moving abruptly, effectively acting energetically invasive.

3. Drivers who are so concerned with speed that they put the lives of other drivers and pedestrians in danger.

There have been judgmental, effectively cruel people who have responded to my struggles with these various matters not by having compassion for me and not by honoring me for continuing to put myself out there instead of give up and isolate, but by saying something along the lines of how “bad things keep happening” to me and either implicitly or explicitly saying that I therefore have bad luck, bad karma, etc. Actually it’s the same stupid thing over and over and over again – namely, irresponsible people walking through the world and making it unsafe for others. The more sensitive we are, the more we’ll notice it and feel it. Given that I can end up, and have ended up, in bed from pain as a result of these various encounters, you bet I notice and remember them. And these people are everywhere, so of course I encounter them all over the damn place, day-in, day-out.

It’s a constant struggle, and I honestly don’t know what to do. I cannot educate people on an individual level – it’s exhausting, considering that it happens nonstop. And yet when it happens, and I don’t say anything, I feel so powerless and weak.

My little cousin in Israel recently commented that it’s human nature to drive fast and drunk and so forth, despite people knowing that they can hurt other people. That was interesting to me. I think that part of my extraordinary power, and the reason why I’ve been able to achieve the impossible, is that I do not accept the unacceptable. While that is amazing on the one hand, opening the door to all kinds of possibility, it is super challenging on the other hand, because then there is constant angst. That angst, of course, is what creates the change. The oyster is irritated by the sand and creates the pearl. Which happens to be the meaning of my name – Pearl in a Million.

Anyhow. I feel an article or six coming on. But them’s my preliminary musings.

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