In my last blog, I wrote about learning to Open to the flow of life,
learning to create space in our bodies – and minds –
and in this to allow light and joy to enter us.
I realise that I need to add an important clarifying piece:
Being open to life
does Not guarantee constant joy.
(And wouldn’t that be somewhat dull anyhow?)
Sometimes life comes through as grief,
as rage, as fear, as passion,
sometimes it scares us shitless.
The question is,
Can we keep moving?
Without being subsumed by it?
I think the joy underneath that I am finding
is that all of these experiences are forever changing.
I am getting to know the underlying energy, river, flowing –
that can show up so differently in different moments.
I don’t need to mistake the expression for the flow.
My job has become to notice when I am getting stuck, or stiff –
Hooked into one or other of the experiences, or expressions, of life.
When I notice, I can begin to create space, returning to motion.
It’s a different kind of motion than the
relentless doing that exists in our culture.
It is being Here Now,
All of me;
Moving with what is here.
(The Movement helps me Presence
The Movement helps me Open Space)
It is – literally and metaphorically – a dance
Dancing what is in me
As I dance stiffness, it loosens;
As I dance anger, it shifts,
sometimes into agonizing grief;
As I dance longing it unfurls into pure beauty –
Or sometimes painful sadness.
But it keeps changing.
Whatever is there
I just dance it
I don’t judge or deny these different manifestations.
I enter them.
And let them enter me.
In entering, I am creating space.
I move with them.
In the movement I am creating space:
Their hold, their density begins to shift.
The river flows.
I am a dancer of all its expressions,
The more I dance, the more I find myself
between dancer, dance, danced
Sometimes I drop into the dance beneath
the anger, the passion, the fear.
And in that place I find
silence, stillness, grace.
Perhaps this is part of what the practice offers.
A place to touch, or connect,
beneath the river of expression
beyond the 10 000 things
And yet the doorway is
through the stream of expression,
Through the 10 000 things