The celestial fever is upon us. On July 24th we take It’s a fucking miracle class outside to Fernhill park! We dance our weird, sweaty, we can’t stop fucking shaking our bodies, we are alive, we are exhausted, we are feeling into our individual and collective grief, we are ecstatically moving our bodies in the SAME PLACE AT THE SAME TIME dance. Say it again: in the SAME PLACE AT THE SAME TIME! It is really happening and we really need you to make it happen. Join us in our ridiculously pleasurable, getting us together, dance for these two happenings this summer. Let’s fill the park with our bodies! Invite your people and get ready to move to the ground literally beneath your feet and the sky literally above your head. Metaphors be damned! This is us being nibble and flexible and pushing up through the cracks because we lean into resource and our nervous systems need this in ways that are not possible to say or feel in words, and that is exactly why we move our bodies and dance. Help. Spread. The. Word. And if you were wondering we dance to music that is blaring from outside speakers-yep. This is happening.

Bring a water bottle, a mask, and comfortable clothes to move in and some friends. 

 It’s a fucking miracle we are here right now under and held by this sky. It’s a fucking miracle we breathe, we move, we sweat, we love, we anger, we feel anything at all, it’s a fucking miracle. It’s a fucking miracle we dance, we prance, we shake, we jazz finger it up sometimes. This is a dance party, an exercise class, a somatic lesson, a play date, it’s a fucking miracle. We are collective action and we are individual desire. It’s a Fucking Miracle is nonexclusive, it is meant for every body of all shapes, sizes, abilities and identities. For this hour, your body is the guide as prompts are given, your body translates all that is into this moment of a miracle, of you being here right now.