Lover Earth Playshop: From The Sensual To The Spiritual

brought to you by Shamanik Improv Klasses

Sunday, October 12, 2:00-7:00PM

The Flight Deck, 1540 Broadway, Oakland

sliding Scale $40-$60

http://www.shamanikimprov.com/#playshops

http://www.eventbrite.com/e/lover-earth-playshop-from-the-sensual-to-the-spiritual-registration-13233203869

http://www.theflightdeck.org

“We’ve heard of Mother Earth. How about LOVER EARTH? GET DIRTY! GET MOSSY! GET WILD!

Have you flirted? Kissed? Enchanted? Been enchanted by? Read poetry to? Heard the poetry from? Danced with? your Lover, the Earth?

Using play, meditation, and hands-on activities, we’ll venture forth individually, in pairs and in our group to feel textures, inhale the scents, hear the melodies, savor the nom noms, and internally and externally explore the uninhibited ways of our ever-present Lover. Emerge in love in ways that you have not imagined. Fall in love in ways you’ve forgotten. You are Earth, as well. So you get to fall in love with you, too: skin, trees, eyes, dirt, birds, bees, grass, sunlight, breezes, babbling brooks, oceans, jungles, homo sapiens and so much more. We’ll make space for all the complex qualities of Love.

Limited to 12 homo sapiens. Expanded to the cosmos.

In Shamanik Improv Klasses we use games, dance, musik, guided imagery, the inner and outer worlds, poetry, our wits, our wyrd wyld ways (old skool www), individual, paired, and group sharing, masks, props, kostumes, channeling, charakters, and the unknown to help us explore together meaningful life themes. Less like acting, more like playing, we allow our kreative impulses to come through and manifest shamelessly. We learn techniques that loosen up kreativity, kollaborate, and help us release inhibitions in a supportive way. In other words, no pressure to ‘perform’; only pleasure to play, making room for all emotions!

(Please note, just in case someone happens to spell it with a c, this is not Shamanic Improv; it’s Shamanik Improv. These are not classes; they’re klasses. It’s not a cat; it’s a kat. And kazoos are still kazoos.)”