Moga, the Artist's Stretch
The Artist's Stretch is a workshop that I created to share the practices, creative outlets, and basic tools that have helped me to find healing and balance in my day to day mental health and physical well-being. Together we will weave through three different forms of therapeutic outlets: group discussion, movement/meditation, and journaling.
After introductions, participants follow along to a choreographed routine of moga. Moga is a combination of basic stretches that include; yoga, pilates, wushu kung fu positions, ninjitsu meditation poses and field hockey stretches.
Following the stretch, I like to provide light refreshments while discussing easy recipes, tricks, and tips to healthy eating from my book, The Art of Moga.
After moving and nourishing our bodies, provided journals will be handed out as we talk about healing our souls and honing in our individual goals utilizing creative outlets, the art of "letting go" and the importance of seeing our own voice (handwriting). We will start with a free-writing exercise and with the remainder of the time create self-portraits.
My goal is to provide a safe and warm environment for honest dialogue; some physical relief through meditative practices; and a few blank pages to take home, as a place to start.
the birth of moga...
I’m just your average mom. wife. artist. friend. I’m also a lot of other things, those individual parts that make us who we really are. And some of these parts aren’t always pretty. Accepting all of it remains to be an invisible and continuous battle with mental health. But there can be balance amid the chaos. There are tools all around us. Breadcrumbs have been dropping in bits and pieces for the better part of my life from the people and experiences I’ve received, whether positive or negative. These gifts of outlets have saved me, shaped me, and provided me the necessary comfort to experiment with a variety of vulnerable art forms. Moga was one of them. Born after yet another heavy passing hurricane of anxiety/depression/and panic attacks, and needing to desperately unwind the knots and lift the weight, movement was necessary. Dance turned into familiar stretches, the muscle memory of days passed, breathing and meditating through each position, all in one flow. Shaking the last bits out, reminded me of the wasteland my gut had become. The following clean meals slowly nourished all that had been depleted. And then that first blank page wasn’t so intimidating. Since that moment, I may not have had perfect direction, career path or know-how and those damn layers of scars would remain lurking over my shoulder, but this time I was driven by my own vulnerability, eager to share the gifts I felt saved me from giving up. My hope is to share the creative outlets that shine a light on the invisible and provide a place to start.