Once upon a time, a long while ago . . . a Turkish woman taught me everything I could learn of her dance, and from the ancient dances of our women people. She told me stories of how their melodies crossed over the winds of the seas and volumes of her own stories, blended with their stories, reflected by her faceted soul, each one woven with careful intention. From so many stages I swam in each orchestrated pattern, all prisms of medicinal magic that beckoned me to inquire about the bright stages and smoky dens her bare feet imprinted, the perfumed, antique chiffon swimming from her beaded and bejeweled bedlahs, eyes sparkling through and beyond calligraphic kohl like constellations. How? How could I ever know what she knows? I wanted her to tell me all the things. Twenty-five years ago, she huddled with me in her world, spoon feeding me all the things I could digest. Though there were other women among her that I stood before and behind, it was she who taught me what I couldn’t have learned from anyone else.

“This is your destiny,” she said.

My destiny . . .  my destiny, to take this woman’s dance and make it our own, to know its language and its medicine, to take it out of the clubs, off of the public stage, away from the eyes of men, . . . to heal and collect even more of myself and help heal our women . . . as she helped me heal myself.

A new dance has been born from these ancient traditions: ANYA, an acronym that represents the newest You, the recovering You, reinvented You, the healing You, the rediscovered You. ANYA: A New You Always sparks your soul every day, with every step, every rhythm, every melody and anthem we dance together.

ANYA is your dance, inspired and inherited over centuries to our present world, an empowering gift to our women people that teaches us how to connect to ourselves and one another like nothing else on Earth.

As I write this to you, little rivers of mascara are streaming down my cheeks–the same kind that some days, we all wipe away. I can’t wait for us to finally meet, to witness your first steps, hear you laugh, see your shining spirit, and even hold space for your sorrows, move with you and watch the wings of your soul expand toward the life you are here to live. It is my absolute honor to see you soar.

ANYA always meets you where you are, starting from right where you are, as you are. The only experience required is the experience of being a woman in this world, and the desire to dance your way through to the whole You that You are truly meant to be. Get ready to laugh yourself silly, free your mind, spark your soul, and move like you only dreamed you could. 

Our gathering season has begun, and as we prepare to open the studio, red-rover on over here! Don’t be last! (Even the waiting list is a good time!)

To Be Continued Donna


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