Journal · The story behind the journey · Part two
The story wasn't over.
What came after the Authentic Singing Journey — losing the thread, finding it again, and the way Upala moved.
In the first part of this story, I told you how the Authentic Singing Journey began — with no money, a borrowed year, and Upala beside me. If you haven't read it yet, that's where the Songdance story starts.
When Upala and I finished that first journey, we honestly had no idea what would come next.
And for a while, we lost the thread of it. We slipped into managing the business of Songdance far more than we were creating or inspiring anything — and the irony wasn't lost on us: the harder we pushed to promote the course, the harder it all seemed to become.
So we made a decision. We had to get back to what Songdance really is — to making things that inspire expression and healing, and not much else.
In the time that followed, two new programs came. The Inner Child Healing Journey — the smallest of our three journeys, and quietly one of the most loved. And the Magical Movement Journey.
And at the very heart of the movement journey is the way Upala moved.
Just as she did with her sounding, she moved as a free spirit — never to a script, only ever following what her body was asking for in the moment.
So I built the journey around that. Ten pieces of music, and just enough gentle company to keep you moving — but no choreography, nothing to get right. The music carries it; your body does the rest, however it likes.
We had so much fun making it, and living it — dancing and moving to it on our own, or with friends out in South Africa. There are a few old videos of those days tucked onto the journey's page; I think you'll love watching Upala move to the music.
My hope for it is a simple one — that it does for you what it did for us. Your own creativity waking and flowing again, just from coming back into your body and letting these ten pieces of music move you.
That's how the movement journey came to be. There's more of the Songdance story still to tell — but that, again, is for another day.
With love,
Jacob