Amaya’s 10th Annual
Wise Woman Dance Retreat
Albuquerque, New Mexico ...THE LAND OF ENCHANTMENT!
August 5 - 9, 2016
Arrive on Friday, Aug 5 th, depart Tuesday, August 9th
*NOTE: Come early! Optional Aug 3-4 add-on tour to the
Pueblo Corn Dances. No extra charge.
LEARN AMAYA'S SIGNATURE DANCE SECRETS!
Limited to only 15 participants! Retreat fills up early---register NOW!
($395./ $100 non-refundable deposit will hold your reservation)
DANZA MORA STUDIES with AMAYA!
FLAMENCO FLAIR STYLING with SARA de LUZ!
SHIMMY QUEEN MIA NAJA!
An intimate retreat for intensive, personal dance work
plus affirmations to promote spiritual and an organically natural-style dancer.
Participation limited to create a more personalized experience in the
Land of Enchantment with Amaya
“Unleash Your Potential!”
See the historic and incredible Kewa Native Corn Dances in Santo Domingo Pueblo! 2000+ Dancers in their stunning costuming, drums, turquoise skies, rattles and drums. A sight to behold like no other. This is a religious ceremony. Conservative dress, no cameras, cell phones, sketch books or reproduction of any kind allowed.
NATIVE KEWA CORN DANCE FEAST DAY DANCES!
CATERED LUNCHES, TALKING CIRCLE CEREMONY!
DANCING YOUR PASSION HAFLA!
BRING A COSTUME, DANCE HISTORY,
THE INDIAN PUEBLO CULTURAL CENTER
$100 non-refundable deposit to reserve your spot. Fee includes Corn Dance Tour,
all dance classes, Saturday & Sunday lunches. Fee does not include airfare, hotel, Acome Sky City Tour, hotel or evening meals.
Ask about the "Pay Now/Shake Later Plan!"
WISE WOMAN RETREAT LOCATION:
WISE WOMEN DESERVE TO TREAT THEMSELVES TO A SOFT, COMFY BED & BEAUTIFUL SURROUNDINGS AFTER A HARD DAY OF DANCING!
WISE WOMAN RETREAT HOTEL HEADQUARTERS
CLUBHOUSE INN & SUITES
1315 Menaul Blvd. NE …Albuquerque, NM 87107
Ph: (505) 345-0010 www.Albuquerque.ClubHouseInn.com
$69 + tax incl. comp full hot breakfast, comp nightly beer/wine/cocktails/sodas/popcorn reception, 10 min from airport, comp shuttle to and from airport 7 am – 7 pm, outdoor pool, indoor hot tub, 24 hr. business center with printer, coin laundry, fitness room, garden courtyard.
MAKE YOUR RESERVATIONS NOW!
MENTION THE RETREAT FOR THIS SPECIAL PRICE!
$385 includes all classes, lunch on Saturday and Sunday, Corn Dance Tour!
Does not include airfare, hotel accommodations, Acoma Sky City entrance fee or evening dinners.
REGISTER SOON! LIMITED ENROLLMENT!
Ask about the Pay Now/Shake Later Plan
More details: Amaya @ (505) 280-3638 AmayaDances@gmail.com www.WiseWomanDancer.com
Friday, August 5….OFFICIAL ARRIVAL DAY ....FREE hotel shuttle from airport. 3 pm “1001 Crazy Shimmies!” Class by Mia Naja! 7:30 pm Orientation Bienvenidos Meet & Greet in Clubhouse Inn & Suites hotel
Saturday, August 6st…. CLASSES Complimentary breakfast at your hotel 9:30 am...Provi-Style Warm Ups & Stretches 10 am ...AmayaMazing Dance Class Noon...Lunch & Movies 1:30 pm ...AmayaMazing Dance Class 7 pm...TBA
Sunday, August 7nd… CLASSES Complimentary breakfast at your hotel 9:30 am...Provi-Style Warm Ups & Stretches 10 am...FLAMENCO FLAIR with Sara de Luz! Noon...Lunch & Movies 1:30 pm....AmayaMazing Class 6 pm ....1001 ARABIAN NIGHTS HAFLA
Monday, August 8th … ACOMA SKY CITY TOUR Located west of Albuquerque, the 70-mile drive to Acoma is one of New Mexico’s most scenic and historic, where you’ll experience breathtaking views and amazing rock formations. The altitude is 6,460 feet above sea level, the climate is very dry and the sun shines almost every day. Drink plenty of water and wear suntan lotion. Wear comfortable walking shoes, as the tour is ¾ of a mile long. Our spiritual leaders live on the mesa year-round, so we ask that you not wear revealing clothing out of respect for them
Complimentary breakfast at your hotel
8 am...Hotel Lobby Pick Up for Acoma Tour ($25 fee at entrance) Afternoon in Old Town to shop, browse, walk and sightsee
7:00 pm ... Private Wise Women Only- Hafla & Talking Circle. Casual Potluck Dinner & Dance at Amaya’s home in the mountains! Bring your music, drinks, snacks, costume and hip scarf!
Tuesday, August 9h… Sad Departure Day
* * * Tentative schedule, subject to change ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Native American KEWA Corn Dances
Travel 35 miles north to the Kewa Pueblo for their harvest dance, "Kewa Corn Dances" This is a site you will never see on TV, on video anywhere. It is a private ceremony of over 2000 local Native people dancing from sunrise to sunset. See dancers in their stunning costuming, drums, under turquoise skies, rattles and drums. A sight to behold like no other. This is a religious ceremony. Conservative dress, no cameras, cell phones, sketch books or reproduction of any kind allowed.
*** 385.00 includes all classes, transport to and from airport, entrance to Corn Dances, two class lunches.
Does not include your hotel room, airfare, city tour, evening events.
See you here in New Mexico this summer! A weekend like no other.
Join the dancing spirits in the Land of Enchantment
Contact Amaya at <AmayaDances@gmail.com> for more details.
THE GREAT CORN DANCE
Below is a description blog written by dancer and henna artist, Alissa Hall.
The Great Corn Dance is performed annually by the people of the Santo Domingo Pueblo, once called Kewa, located about 40 miles north of Albuquerque. Regardless of the day of week, it occurs on August 4th each year, the Feast Day when the statue of St. Dominic is brought from the church to a place of honor in the pueblo's plaza to dance for, and this year our July rains made the morning drive lovely and surprisingly green. I was with a group of women who are attending the Wise Woman Retreat, a dance workshop hosted by Amaya, although I have only been around peripherally to offer henna art to the retreat ladies, and to accompany them to the Corn Dance. Amaya arranged for us to leave at 8 am, arriving early and getting us to the reservation in plenty of time to see the first of the dances.
What a culture clash the moment of arrival is... there are carnival rides, and state fair-esque booths & food vendors on one side, and the old pueblo church and open plaza on the other. It is a juxtaposition that only takes moments to reconcile. We made our way in to get a good seat (on the ground, or if no room, then standing) and the sun was already strong enough to coax trickles of sweat down my back. The dancers? They were amazing to watch. I expected to see 40-60. Instead there were hundreds, men and women from toddlers to elders, teenagers and parents.
What strikes you first is the sound, the drums and the chanting & singing of the men, almost entirely dressed in white and congregated in one area, far from the crowds and in the midst of the dancers. The bells of the male dancers chime in percussive unison as they move, waving pine tree boughs in each hand and dressed in ceremonial regalia. Men also carry gourd rattles that are used with the drums but only occasionally, and always with a swooping gesture as they rattle. I am told, by another wise woman, that to call their wear "costumes" is to insult. But the performer in me noticed how the men wore white loincloths, bare chested but painted in brown paints, and the women wore black dresses, with great deals of turquoise jewelry, their hair left down and flowing. Some danced barefoot and some wore moccasins. Some women also had wooden cutouts they wore on their heads, painted turquoise colored, and most of the men had feathers attached to their heads.
The male dancers wore leather armbands also painted turquoise, stuffed top and bottom with more pine boughs, and running this way and that, in and amongst the dancers were the "mud clowns" as Amaya told me they were called, also known as koshari, kureans, and koyemshi. Using clay, these men were painted white with black dots over their mostly naked bodies, and they are considered sacred figures who interact unlike any other in the ceremonial dances. They are sacred clowns, and carry a special authority. With a loincloth and corn husks gathered atop their heads, the mud clowns would assist the dancers as they moved. Because the dancers never stop, it is up to the mud clowns to adjust a belt that has come loose, or to retrieve anything that falls off the dancers as they move. They would often just lift the hair of the men and women, as if to adjust it for them more comfortably. Fascinating!
The choreographer in me noticed the patterns of the dance, a step-hop for the men and modified by most of the women into a daintier step-touch, in unison to the pounding drums. Arms alternated, waving the pine boughs they held, they often kept their focus down. The chains of bells around the men's shoulders and chests shook with every bounce, and never ever do the dancers make eye contact with the crowd. You don't smile at them (at least I tried not to) and you never applaud, nor speak encouragement after the dance is complete.
Feeling woozy from standing nearly 20+ minutes in the direct sun -- imagine how the dancers felt and it was hardly even 10 am -- I slipped away from the plaza at the first dance's completion to find a bite to eat at the vendors. This might as well be a food blog, because I ate roasted corn on the cob, found a pack of beef jerky sliced so thin it could melt on your tongue, and drank the biggest cup of horchata I could find. Amaya got the coconut flavored drink and said hers was divine. There were many jewelry booths, but I wasn't there for jewelry.
I returned to discover the next clan had come out and was already well into their opening dance, who knew? In fact, members of the squash and the turquoise clans alternate all day, taking breaks in between so each clan can rest. The hundreds of dancers I had just witnessed was only half the number of overall performers! The scale was so much bigger than I had expected. The heat was growing intense, with very little shade, and indeed the dancers were covered in rivulets of sweat already themselves. The stage manager in me worried about what would happen if someone (dancer or even tourist) fainted from heat exhaustion. Sure enough, there are multiple emergency heath units set up in the periphery of the event grounds all day. The sun was climbing high by this point, and we were only staying for half the day.
Walking around, I see one tourist lady tell another tourist lady who is talking on her cell phone, "You better put that away! They'll take it away from you!" It's true. This "no pictures, no videos, no cell phones, and no sketch books" rule is seriously in force. This is a religious performance, first and foremost, and I was discreet while taking notes all day, keeping my notebook and pen in my purse. Old Skewl Journalist.
Later we walked by the kiva, Amaya tells me it is a sacred space where only the boys and men are allowed. Men sit on top of it, around it, and give proprietary looks to all who pass by. I am so nervous to possibly offend, I skirt the thing entirely. She directs me to the plaza, where a shrine has been placed at one end, under which is presumably the statue of St. Dominic. Not only do I go nowhere even remotely near the shrine area, I am mortified I might be sitting in the wrong gutter for the upcoming dances, but Amaya assures me we're fine. She's been here more years than she can count she tells me. I'm thankful for my horchata, clutched in my hands, and the sliver of shade we squeeze into, while sitting on the dirt. I'm mortified all over again that maybe my shorts are too short? I'm told by another woman, "Your butt isn't showing or anything! You're fine!" I probably worry too much.
The next dance begins as the clan fills the plaza, and the squash clan has ever so slightly different regalia, but is for the most part similar to their turquoise counterparts, minus the arm bands and such. A corn banner is raised and paraded about in the dancers' midst all day, and as I sit on the ground, literally feet away from the dancers now, I can feel the drums and the pounding steps shake the earth. It makes me teary, and for a while I let myself be overwhelmed.
Before leaving, Amaya says we should visit the church, which I wholeheartedly agree to. Fascinating, having seen the lavish European churches, gilded and adorned with priceless artwork done by Renaissance masters... just sitting in the small adobe structure here gives me a sense of peace that the cathedrals of my past never provided. The stations of the cross are depicted in paintings hung around the chapel walls. There is an alter area that is roped off and we sit in the wooden pews to rest. The longer I sit, the more I see. Statutes of Mary, pictures of the Madonna and child, saints with their outstretched arms adorn the tops of the wooden altar. Painted on the wall there is a simple sun, moon and corn drawing. Like the carnival and corn dance, the pueblo and the priest find a way to coexist in this space, and give shape and meaning to what outsiders like me find contrary.
When we leave at noon, there is a 3 MILE line of cars waiting to get in. Although many dances will occur the rest of the day, our group had splintered off to find treasures from vendors, bites to eat, and memories to share once we had come together again.
To see the Great Corn Dance on the feast day of St. Dominic next August 4th, head north on I-25 to exit 259. Learn from Amaya and go early! You don't wanna sit in that traffic backup, it made the balloon fiesta traffic jams look like a typical day at the mall. Remember to leave your cell phone in your purse, and enjoy the day that is being shared for all to celebrate.