Sainte Anne, Grand-Terre, Guadeloupe: a mountain pose
This pose is an idea. A suggestion. From me to you, it’s an invitation.
Someone else discovered it. Sometime ago, held it and learned from it—what it does for your body (muscles, bones, fascia, organs)—what it does for your mind (metaphors, emotions, situations it raises in you). You can look up this pose in yoga books, anatomical, philosophical, and dig into the deep specificity of it.
And, I have my ideas about it.
But, like all ideas, it’s different in everyone’s body, mind and breath.
Like what I experience when I look at Picasso’s volume paintings is not what you experience. And, I will never understand that exactly; how is it that you did not feel that (my way)?!— but there it is: I had to explain it the other night. It was not easy, and it cannot be done here at all; I SO need my hands to explain this, my experience to you.
The cool thing is that she asked me to.
This is why we’re here, right?
To experience each other as other.
As well, to experience ourselves as we are here and now, ourselves and other—that’s how it goes: always becoming, changing: more than the sum of the parts.
Now, I’m inhaling. Now, I’m exhaling.
That’s what happens. Regardless of everything else.
You are.
Always moving.
From the inside out.
So—if you please, just between you and you,
feel your parts in this pose, notice what it feels like to embody this pose your way, to be you this moment (straining maybe, stretching, heating up, really tired legs weakly smiling at you because they are holding you up anyway, ever notice that?, whatever it is): it’s your body explaining you to yourself.
ruth
March 10, 2011
I loved evry word…..
and evry thought. and i love you!!!!!!! ruth