
BIPOC Body temple Dance
A FREE BODY TEMPLE movement and meditation for all BIPOC folks
led by ALEXANDRA GONZALEZ
Sunday, April, 13th 8 - 9.00 AM PST (ONLINE AND RECORDED)
(YOU WILL RECEIVE A LINK TO JOIN THE WORKSHOP ONE HOUR BEFORE IT STARTS)
come join the Embodied love revolution with your brothers, sisters and siblings of color!
In this 1 hour Body Temple dance class we will gather in honor of our GRIEF:
Our heavy, oceanic, hidden grief,
Our "that came out of nowhere,"
Our "what even is this feeling?,"
Our "I can't breathe,"
Grief has the alchemic nature to transform everything in us, and everything around us.
People are continuously waking up to the fact that colonialism has disconnected us from so much, extracted, violated all that is sacred.
Our collective grief tethers us to our re-membrace. Come be in ceremony with other people of the global majority, as we breath, move and build our capacity with Grief.
MEET YOUR GUIDE
aLEXANDRA GONZALEZ
Alexandra Gonzalez (she/her) is a decolonizing, decentering & divesting Yoga sadhāka, somatic care facilitator and animist.
Her practice is rooted in the holistic & healing traditional & mystical Mahāyoga and her devotion to the Great Mother.
The foundation of her knowledge is through nervous system education, breath work, meditation, Body Temple Dance (a spiritual & emotional free-form movement practice) for people weaving and strengthening the connection of the Divine & their humanness for the goal of collective liberation through our connection to Earth, the body, our community & care.


“I see you, soulful one.
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“I see you, soulful one. *
‘I’m just holding space,’ you say. As if you are not really ‘doing’ anything.
I see you, touching the shame, the pain, the fear. Digging the foundations of your loving presence deeper and wider.
I see you, willing to hold the world in your hands, not looking away from the darkness, not pretending to understand.
I see you, stretching beyond easy answers, the mind-shutting rights and wrongs.
I see you, transformation leader.
I see you stumbling on shaky legs after uprooting the old ways. Fumbling through the unknown to find a truer home.
I see your soul surfacing, sharing its tender wisdom in the space you’ve washed clear with your own tears.
I see your devotion to your own unfolding. The years of practice so you can just hold space
as a ballerina just dances, as a soprano just sings, as a maestro just plays.
I see you, embracing it all so you can just hold space for love.”
-anonymous