Aikido class with Budo for Peace, Netany

Claire Higgins - My Movement Story in Snapshots

 

My first visual, somatic, and kinaesthetic memories of life include the hot and humid urban "desertscape" of Dubai, where I was raised, playing on the beach, watching my mother run and play squash (she was captain of the men's team!), and swimming length after length. I swam because I loved it and I competed because it felt natural. So too did being captain of our school swim team. A quiet child, sport let me communicate in other ways. Martial arts was my next love, arriving at the age of 12, and it has only grown in strength over the years. 

 

Both the dojo and pool feel like safe homes to me; this feeling of safety is enhanced if they are surrounded by desert or situated close to a beach. Those positive childhood memories helped bring me back from the darkness of war, violence, conflict, and stress. Pool and dojo training offered times when, unlike therapy, I wasn't expected to talk about what happened to me or what I had witnessed, or figure out life. Instead, I could process my emotions through movement and let my understanding of myself and the world around me surface gradually over time. 

Photo Credit: Budo for Peace Training, Netanya, Israel, 2011 - I remain grateful to their President, Danny Hakim, for introducing me to martial arts for peace.

In my adult years, I added indoor and outdoor physical training environments, like my home gym and countryside trails near my home in the UK, which is a stark contrast to the forty years I lived  in the Middle East. Yet over time I've learned to adjust my reference points. Nature is nature, after all, and my concepts of pools and dojo have grown up. Now, I train in rain and snow, and run beside green hills and fields of cows. I have also come to appreciate the solace found in solo Martial Arts training, discovering why I do what I do when nobody is around. 

 

For about a decade, I was also immersed in the Yoga world. Training first to teach Ashtanga Vinyasa, I moved to the other extreme and trained to teach Restorative Yoga. I then taught Yoga on mission as a humanitarian after work, offering a space for us all to gather and safely release difficult emotions through movement. Especially fear, for it wasn't unusual for a bomb to go off nearby during class. That led me into Women's Yoga teaching and from there, deeper into my own spiritual practice where I revived my other childhood love of Arabic calligraphy. 

Photo Credit: Personal collection of childhood swimming, tennis, gymnastics, and skiing certificates - the medals and trophies didn't fit on the same photo! 

Just a few of the sports and swimming ce
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Life took me on many journeys during and after graduating from my first degree in Arabic and Persian. I lived in Alexandria and studied in Esfahan and Tehran as a young woman, then spent my twenties and thirties working in Jerusalem, Tel Aviv, Beirut, Amman, Doha, Abu Dhabi, Tirana, Geneva, the Gaza Strip... and many more places along the way. I loved politics, culture, and connecting with people through my aptitude for languages and reading people's body language. When I sat with people it was as if I could read their life stories. The lines etched in their faces, their patterns of breath and thought.

 

Although I became adept at the spoken and written word, to the point of advising and coaching people on communications, it is still movement and stillness - be it through martial arts, exercise, sport, or art - that feels most like home. When words fade, my mind can settle. The rattling of a busy mind can obscure the wisdom within and the ability to see clearly. I have found that the stilling of my mind begins when I move and stop striving to translate what I think and feel into words. Words matter but those "spoken" and "written" from places of movement and stillness can sometimes say so much more.

Photo Credit: Exhibition of two of my modern Arabic calligraphy paintings at the FN Design Art Gallery, owned by an old school friend, Dubai, 2016.