A Moving Journal October 4, 2025 Since 2014, practitioners within the wide and diverse field of Authentic Movement have celebrated International Authentic Movement Day on October 4th in small and large local and virtual groups or solo forms. More recently, Nina Kungurova, a teacher of the Discipline of Authentic Movement,
On behalf of Circles of Four, Nina Kungurova offered an international online gathering on Saturday, July 19, 2025 in honor of Janet Adler (1941-2023), founder of the Discipline of Authentic Movement. This event features eight women who participated in Janet’s remarkable movie, Still Looking. Made nearly forty years ago in
Where does the movement come from? This decades-old question first began squirreling around in my dancer mind as a yearning for a deeper source of movement. In her new book, Embodied Spirit, Conscious Earth, Linda Hartley takes her readers to the brink of movement’s mysterious and unseen source. She tracks the embryonic growth
Partly because I am a daughter and a mother, and partly because of consequential encounters with extraordinary teachers, I’m interested in transmission as a key to human development. In other words, the long arc of what gets passed on is time expressing itself through lineage. The seeds of one teacher’s
“Relationship in any form teaches us about our capacity to accept, endure, and survive suffering, our own and every being’s: thus the creation of our developing compassion.” – Janet Adler Today is the day. It’s been fifteen years since my father left me with a puzzling mystery after he died. Writing
I’ve been thinking about synchronicity and the way it upends our experience of space and time. While I am always moved by the synchronistic arisings that happen within a moving and witnessing circle and the mystery of these spontaneous choreographies, I no longer find myself surprised. However, when it happens
Paula Sager speaking at Janet Adler Memorial October 8, 2023, Northampton, MA I’d like to begin with a poem by W.S. Merwin: Looking for Mushrooms at Sunrise When it is not yet day I am walking on centuries of dead chestnut leaves In a place without grief Though the oriole
A circle keeps appearing. Sometimes it’s a very ancient circle, a group of people, a community moving and dancing in one circle. Sometimes it’s an image I saw in the newspaper this summer of a woman in a park sitting cross-legged in a circle she had drawn around herself, a
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