Zyan

Zyan danced through the tall grasses in the Canyon and rested her body on the prickly bark of the trees.  She laughed with joy as slipped into sequin dresses and gauzy skirts.

Although the story this afternoon was about  Zyan, we were also working with our dear friend, her mother, Hillary.    The dynamic was fascinating as we got to witness a mother in service to her daughter's future, faith and artistry.  As a mother of young daughters, the question on all our lips is always how? How do we raise daughters who know boundaries, who know themselves well enough to say no and later on to know themselves well enough to say yes? How will they be safe but more importantly have courage?

It was gripping to witness a young woman living fully in her own true body and spirit.  Not afraid to lean into her beauty or sensuality nor her sweetness or power.  She was not afraid to push her body higher, longer, or feel the elements beneath her, indeed the incredible canyon we were in deepened her movements, created new arches in her body and became a partner for her to land into and be lifted by.  Pure joy.

At one point we asked her if her bare feet were OK after hours of leaping and twisting through the dirt. Her toes clung deeper into the rough bark on the tree and she casually smiled, "Oh yeah, I'm a Waldorf baby, this is home to me!"  

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xx Sarvey, Molly, Zyan + Hillary Ha.