White Flowers
September 29, 2009
Last night
in the fields
I lay down in the darkness
to think about death,
but instead I fell asleep
as if in a vase and sloping room
filled with those white flowers
that open all summer,
sticky and untidy
in the warm fields.
When I woke
The morning light was just slipping
in front of the stars,
and I was covered
with blossoms.
I don’t know
how it happened –
I don’t know
if my body went diving down
under the sugary vines
in some sleep-sharpened affinity
with the depths, or whether
that green energy
rose like a wave
and curled over me, claiming me
in its husky arms.
I pushed them away, but I didn’t rise.
Never in my life had I felt so plush,
or so slippery,
or so resplendently empty.
Never in my life
had I felt myself so near
that porous line
where my own body was done with
and the roots and the stems and the flowers
began.
by Mary Oliver
A and B aren’t very interesting compared to what is in between
September 22, 2009
Something I often try to inspire in my students is trying to get them away from goals into exploring the range of movement choices that exist in the body.
Vanda Scaravelli ‘emphasised the length of the spine, and gave freedom to the body to function naturally’. (She said yoga is) “not about stretching and bending in the conventional sense…not a static thing…feeling inside…undoing…how my body is here, now…assumptions take me away from my experience, from myself….A and B aren’t very interesting compared to what is in between…so much movement…(Here) there is no pose, so I never want to get to the end, to the pose. I always want to explore the movement of where I am and this might take me somewhere else, but I always enjoy where I am.’
Vanda Scaravelli – from ‘When Movement Becomes Meditation’ article by Nan Wishner