chronicles of a bespoke, simple, adventurous life
chronicles of a bespoke, simple, adventurous life
Truth be told I’ve been trying to get my mojo to sing loud and proud for an age, to middling success.
To get things hip hop moving along I spent a couple of days at the first ever Blogcademy in New York city. It was hands down one of the best things I’ve done to move my ideas forward in a really long time. The BEST. I think I may have a choir of mojo about to sing Hellalujah. It got me thinking about how we get our mojo’s to sing…..I’ve jotted down some ideas at the bottom of this post if your needing a wriggle on.
Two gloriously affirming days hanging out with 29 other fabulous bloggers at the direction of three superstars of the blogosphere (and all things individual expression) Gala Darling, Nubby Twiglet and Kat Williams. And lets not forget the superstar of photography Lisa Devlin.
I was plunk in the middle of a
master mistress class and it was amazeballs!
The alchemy of hustle is all about living your joy and passion on your own terms and these women were rocking right out on that, they are alchemical hustlers in the truest sense of the title. They are tap dancing on the head of their passionate reason for being, and it is a glorious site to behold*. Unabashed, unadulterated full expression of self with the added bonus of making a very successful living from it. Is there no other holier grail than that? Well for me there’s not, its my life’s work.
The workshops style and delivery were perfect for the way I learn. Informal, packed with awesome content (from lessons learnt, tips, the basics, what works, what doesn’t etc) and with loads of space for Q&A. I came away learning SO MUCH about all things blogging and how to make my blog fabulous. I am inspired with a game plan = ignited. And unexpectedly I learnt about the power of really living my mojo, singing from my own voice full time (not part). Over two days I soaked up the authentic voices of our teachers and it unconsciously washed over me and settled into my psyche. Seeing somebody else rocking it out prompts your subconscious to say “hey, why not join in”?
The other surprise gem has come from the community that has sprung to life and that is continuing to grow. A big nugget shared was the power of community, collaboration and support and the life these bring to our work, ideas, inspiration and selves. It’s the relationships that make the difference. I am loving being a part of this community.
So if you’d like to get your mojo singing ‘Hell to the Yeah’ you could try a few of these:
What gets your mojo singing loud and proud?
*My description of these fabulous woman may to some sound a tad gushy, it is not. I write with authenticity and honesty on the things and people that genuinely inspire and motivate me (and shining a flood light on powerful woman is a good thing, I feel). Seeing individuals doing their thing/joy and being truly themselves is powerful, it is a massive agitator of change and enhancer of mojo happiness. I found that out this weekend in bucket loads.
Last night I danced in the dark for an hour and a half. With alot of other people.
I danced like nobody was watching, because they weren’t. I lost myself in the dark with the beats and accompanying rivulets of sweat coating my limbs (think Niagra). I went all animalistic, booty wiggling, pogo dancing, head swaying, hand clapping crazy . And I absolutely loved it.
I love to dance, always have……the beat starts* and a pair of possessed shoes take over my feet and I go all James Brown**. I seriously do. It’s like, “hello meet my other self – the repressed child who grew up in a commune with no tv or radio whose at her first disco”. And last night I remembered how good I feel wiggling and bouncing and shaking, and letting that crazy child out. I slammed the dance floor with ridiculous moves and zero concern for how it looked (Will Smiths’ Wild Wild West a particular triumph). I didn’t have to awkwardly smile to friends maintaining eye contact while flinging myself around (which I have always found a tad awkward in usual dance scenarios).
Now where did all this take place?……a mate and I went along to No Lights No Lycra. The official blurb – ‘A monthly dance jam in the dark, for those who love to dance while no one’s watching.There is no light, no lycra, no teacher, no steps to learn, no technique, just free movement. NLNL is a space where you can completely let go, shake out the stress of the week, and lose yourself in the music and the physicality of your body. NLNL is a daggy, non-pretentious place to completely be yourself.’
Pitch black when you enter the room, the eyes quickly acclimatise. And yeah, you can see peoples shapes and their movement (so theres no flinging into each other) but not enough to care. There were a few Blue Light Disco moments with paffy tunes which sent my limbs into a static revolt, and a few fellow dancers who inflicted flash from taking a hundred photos of themselves. These are small irks in an otherwise triumphant sweaty, joyous haze of dare I say it boogying*** madness. And all for $5.00!
My ultimate love is being in a mosh pit getting lost in the music, buzzing off the energy of the crowd. It is the most europhic high I’ve ever had. And no, this wasn’t exactly the same…..but it was a bloody close cousin and alot easier to get in and out of.
My current thang is to get back in touch with my body and prise back my mojo from who or what ever stole it, lights or no lights. My body and brain loved letting go. Highly recommended way to spend an hour and a half.
I shall be going again.
* not any beat, my feet have particularly strong taste buds when it comes to tunes that make me want to get up off my thing
** I am not comparing my dancing prowess to the master of movement, think metaphor.
*** I cringe at its use, but it feels appropriate