Ye-ow. As I sit down to write this, my thigh muscles are screaming. Last night, for a sweaty hour and a half I was twirling, swaying, reaching, wiggling, shaking, flapping, and moving my body into ...

The stars. That's what Karen Bond remembers most from her first ecstatic dance experience on a farm in Wales in the 1980s. She also remembers the drumming, chanting and, of course, the dancing that ...

Tucked away on the corner of Indianola and East Maynard avenues, a quiet church sits alongside the road. After dark, however, the church transforms into a mystical dance space. Called the Church of ...

“Ecstatic dance? What is that, some kind of stripping?” my friend Helen Oxenberg asked me. “No, that would be exotic dance,” I say, although her confusion is understandable. Judging from the way some ...