![]() photo by Nathan Harmon, dancers: Jessica Vokoun & Rachel Bruce Johnson I think one of the reasons the duet, Untitled, performed in 2018 at the Exchange Choreography Festival, did not feel finished to me was because I never really got to the stage where I was reconciling my performance choices with the choreography. Sometimes that changes a few details of the choreography but usually not much for me, however, the performance choices solidify the concept and piece. If I get a chance to really delve into the performance process it feels more whole to me. It maybe just had one more block left. If I had another shot at it, though, I'd only perform it with Jessica Vokoun, the original co-choreographer. The experience would be different with someone else and process bore from the beginning. Regardless of these thoughts that a bit longer with the piece would have changed its perception of "completeness" for me, each time I watch the video of our performance, I'm satisfied. There was something beautiful there and we danced it together. ~ Rachel
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The body is a profound reality and a place to look for identity. Thank you to Professor Nancy Pearcey for sharing this poem by John Updike and its back story with her class ~ Caravaggio, c. 1601–1602, “The Incredulity of Saint Thomas” Seven Stanzas at Easter by John Updike Make no mistake: if He rose at all it was as His body; if the cells’ dissolution did not reverse, the molecules reknit, the amino acids rekindle, the Church will fall. It was not as the flowers, each soft Spring recurrent; it was not as His Spirit in the mouths and fuddled eyes of the eleven apostles; it was as His flesh: ours. The same hinged thumbs and toes, the same valved heart that–pierced–died, withered, paused, and then regathered out of enduring Might new strength to enclose. Let us not mock God with metaphor, analogy, sidestepping, transcendence; making of the event a parable, a sign painted in the faded credulity of earlier ages: let us walk through the door. The stone is rolled back, not papier-mâché, not a stone in a story, but the vast rock of materiality that in the slow grinding of time will eclipse for each of us the wide light of day. And if we will have an angel at the tomb, make it a real angel, weighty with Max Planck’s quanta, vivid with hair, opaque in the dawn light, robed in real linen spun on a definite loom. Let us not seek to make it less monstrous, for our own convenience, our own sense of beauty, lest, awakened in one unthinkable hour, we are embarrassed by the miracle, and crushed by remonstrance. *During the 1950’s, John Updike worshipped at a Lutheran church in Marblehead, MA, a church similar in some respects to the Lutheran church of his youth in Pennsylvania. When the congregation sponsored a Religious Arts Festival and offered a $100 prize for the best artwork, Updike submitted the poem “Seven Stanzas at Easter.” He won and received the $100 which he promptly gave back to the church and over the years “Seven Stanzas at Easter” has become a much-loved poem.
KOINONIA FARMYears ago, I ran across this website for mail order pecans from Koinonia Farm. In exploring the website, I realized that this grower’s co-op has a much richer history than I was aware of. I have bought and sent pecans, chocolate, and coffee from the farm for years now whenever I needed a gift idea with a richer story. I even found a frisbee-like, woven disc made by the Maya of Guatemala on their store website. Not only is this toy creatively beautiful, I use it in my Franklin Method body work to lend visual aid on the function of the hip bone rhythms while walking. A participant can see the pattern rotating and connect to something familiar in how our femur moves within the hip socket while walking, etc. Check out their website and products. They have a fascinating and inspiring story.
Excerpt from the website: “Koinonia Farm was founded in 1942 by Clarence and Florence Jordan and Martin and Mabel England in 1942 as a “demonstration plot for the Kingdom of God.” For them, this meant an intentional community of believers sharing their lives and resources, following the example of the first Christian communities as described in the Acts of the Apostles. Other families soon joined, and visitors to the farm were invited to “serve a period of apprenticeship in developing community life on the teachings and principles of Jesus.” Koinonians shared not only faith and resources, but also work. We farmed the land for our livelihood and sought ways to work in partnership with the land, “to conserve the soil, God’s holy earth” (Clarence Jordan). We preached, taught, and were members of local churches. From the beginning, Koinonians emphasized the brotherhood and sisterhood of all people. When we could afford to hire seasonal help, Black and White workers were paid a fair, equal wage. When the community and its guests and workers prayed or ate a meal, we all sat together at the table, regardless of color. Our commitment to racial equality, pacifism, and economic sharing brought bullets, bomb and a boycott in the 1950s as the KKK and others attempted to force us out. We responded with prayer, nonviolent resistance, and a renewed commitment to live the Gospel. We created a mail-order business, which continues to sustain our community today.”
The body is an important and integrated part of the total person. Neglected or poor bodily and mental health go hand in hand. Dancing against the reality of this notion as whole persons has led us down the road to a shadow of human interrelation and existence. We no longer know how to relate to one another due to a distorted view of the body as separate from who we are as persons.
Jan. 23, 2023 - The Culture Translator Rev. Jonathan Lee Walton called out social and spiritual alienation as root causes of this trend, saying, “We are normalizing diseases of despair like loneliness, addiction, and gun violence. Social media, Zoom church, remote work, and virtual reality may be ‘convenient,’ but they are morally anemic substitutes for human connection.” We were never meant to live this way: treating our bodies as if they are instruments to be mastered or property to do with as we wish. We have an innate need for relationship, and it is best experienced as embodied beings in relationship with one another. Further developments of these thoughts to come.... There is so much contention around conversations on race, justice, and historical consequences that it can be very discouraging to listen in on many civic and social circles without being disheartened. I just keep thinking that there has got to be folks that are speaking for clearly and more charitably on these topics than I am running across. I do think it is difficult to enter the conversation. If you have not listened long enough or done some reading of your own, the chances are higher that you will insert your voice, receive pushback, and then run away from the scene of the crime crying foul. There’s no need for continuing in this sort of unhelpful cycle repeatedly. It just makes us fragile.
This said, I was delighted to come across a tweet from Lisa Spencer. Lisa Spencer @theochick recently posted on Twitter: "Newsflash: you can actually be honest about the history of racial discrimination in this country w/o buying into or promoting the prevailing secular ideologies that do nothing but pit groups against each other. You can actually be aware that racism still exists & be against imposing it on everything esp. when other factors can be involved & caution against redefinitions that essentially erase the individual & their agency. You can actually appreciate diverse cultures & diversity w/o promoting the kind of multiculturalism that eliminates certain groups from the equation & creates hierarchies of power as the prevailing secular ideologies promote. You can actually love the big beautiful world that God created full of diverse ppl & cultures while also decrying ways in which “culture” can be the driver of how everything operates. This is why as Christians we need to avoid swift, careless & uncharitable charges just because one either addresses racism and/or welcomes diversity or speaks against secular ideologies. What’s the framework in operation? Let’s start there." Lisa writes a blog at TheoThoughts. As of today, her most recent blog post is dated Oct. 10, 2022 and titled, “Because its really about people supremacy”. I appreciate Lisa’s clarity of thought and her commitment to being present in the conversations being had, even if social media is the most anti-social place to have them. It still seems important not to totally abandon this arena. So, if you are in the market for this kind of robust thinking on the issue of racial justice, racial reconciliation, social change, and critical thinking, I would suggest heading over to her blog to take a gander. Also, if you want to listen in on conversations with a more charitable approach, I would recommend requesting membership in George Yancey's Collaborative Conversations private Facebook page: Collaborative Conversations and Race. His book, Beyond Racial Gridlock and Beyond Racial Division were very helpful in thinking more deeply about a better model for approaching conversations about racial conflict, alienation, and viable possibilities for solutions. (This is Yancey, with an ‘e’, the sociology professor, not to be confused with Yancy, no ‘e’, the philosopher.) Collaborative Conversations is a working model, not a guaranteed formula. However, the folks in these conversations are way more committed to charitable dialogue than I have found elsewhere. It’s worth a step in.
Focus was consistently given to how he did not fit into his school’s mold. I mean, the very notion of an educational philosophy that supports the thriving of all children, no matter how they are wired, manufactured ridiculous in this season of our lives. My response as a mother and as a maker was to create a dance piece for him; to visually show him that we could make place for him to thrive as a family and that I had confidence there were other professionals and laymen in our community that would join us. Improvisation is a dance form that is open to simple experiments of the ways in which the body moves or the depth and complexity of human relationship. Kent De Spain calls it the fundamental relationship between intention and action. The original students were required to challenge their experiences of dance training to more fully embrace the body that God has created for them as a moving entity and as a vehicle of human connection and meaning to become more practiced at how we create in relationship to one another. We touch, we connect, we experiment, we empathize, we support, we make meaning, we create, we play. Is this not the way we process life in these bodies of ours? Image inspiration came from Simone Forti’s, Huddle, a dance sculpture where you could watch people climb and others support that climbing. If only we could all feel that space of being able to climb and feel that support. You'll find a link to Forti's work here. A quiet rebellion against individualism, The Art of Huddling is a commentary on the ways in which our society scraps to live in individualism when we were built for community. Title: The Art of Huddling
Improvisation Director: Rachel Bruce Johnson Original Dancers: Valentina, Alvarez Gomes, Natasha Breon, Sequoyia Farr, Corrie Hendrickson, Dru Myerson, Annalise Ousley, Alyssa Robledo, Natalia Rodriguez, Ashten Urquhart, Courtney Wright, Julianna Yap Music: Andrew Rothschild, Stephen Andrew Perez Dedication: To my son, Henry, you are stronger than you think; you are braver than you know, but when you are not, God is.
It's a regrettable reality in today's culture that we seem to be quicker to punish one another for not having the right political stance, moral standards, or ideas in general than we are to practice love, which is claimed to be the highest virtue, even amongst the worst of us. In a bygone era, if someone in town did not live up to the moral standards of the day, the rest of us would shun them, relegating them as a social outcast in order to feel the consequences of their actions. I'm not giving examples and I'm not hashing it out any further than this. We all can think of some and I'm not getting into the weeds of it all. The bottom line is that Cancel Culture today is no different. We are moving toward being a society that punishes one another instead of being truly tolerant (that word has been redefined, so let me be clear when I use the term - to be accepting of another person's decisions and lifestyle choices and continuing to live in neighborly ways with them while not necessarily being in agreement or affirming them). Unfortunately, what I am most concern about is that this practice will lead us, as a society, to being incredibly fragile. It's evident in our inability to disagree with one another and still remain committed to civility. It is obvious in our inability to not take differences in political motivations as anything less than spiritual heresy. We condemn and ostracize and retreat to our "like-minded" circles, all while peeking out from behind corners at "those people" as they pass by. We don't "like" the post, we spread gossip about them being intolerant themselves, or worse, being bigoted. Warranted or not, we wield the power of shunning. We can affect their social currency, their job, or other aspects of their life, and we like that power. On the other hand, we hold to the idea that love is the ultimate virtue, the ultimate advocacy. We claim to be activist for nothing unless it is done in "love". All the while, we act as if we have no idea what love is. Yet, we don't see the disconnect between what we hold in one hand and what we hold in the other. We are cutting down people instead of challenging the ideas themselves. We are burning bridges instead of building them. And we are nurturing alienation all while preaching that if they would just espouse the same things, they could be welcomed back into the fold. This is a revolution, after all. There's bound to be collateral damage, we reason. I wonder how much longer it will be until our society collapses altogether or, in the very least, we finally see that until we commit to more clearly discerning the root of the issues and ideas; until we treat each other as the image bearers of the God that we all are, we will continue to throw maltov cocktails at anyone we feel 'righteous indignation' toward. The resulting carnage, I believe, will one day shock us and shame us that we, ourselves, enabled such destruction. God forgive us.
by rachel bruce johnson when you are moving through life....God's care is constant. when you are stuck...God's care is constant. when time doesn't matter...God's care is constant. when time is crucial...God's care is constant. when emotions change your response...God's care is constant. when emotions overpower in circumstance...God's care is constant. when you see things as precious...God's care is constant. when you take them for granted...God's care is constant. when you are focused...God's care is constant. when you are rebellious...God's care is constant. when you are amiable...God's care is constant. when you are resistant...God's care is constant. when you are content...God's care is constant. PC: Nathan Harmon, artist: Teresha Ozovehe, artisen scarf: Creative Worship Designs
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AuthorI'm a Christ-follower, passionate about moving in truth/love and intellectual rigor through all things faith + art. A professional Dance Artist and fancying myself an amateur Christian Apologist, I’m committed to moving in the liminal space between catastrophic reverence of God and a quaking humility that intentionally keeps the tremors of Grace close at hand. Archives
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