Recently, I took a yoga class that moved me to a new space. My back-body.
"Audrey, welcome," said my back-body. "I have been waiting for your arrival for a long long time. How did you find me?"
I never knew I hadn't found my back-body until... I landed in its palm. Standing up, I was resting. I was vertically laying in my tall long back-body as easefully as I lie down, as supported, as cradled, as held. The presence of my whole body released itself completely, trusting my back-body and the gorgeous surrender it was welcoming from me. My back-body gently guided me down the street, all of me sinking toward it. This feeling is hard to put into words. I felt utterly safe and yet undefended. I had no armor. My front body fell into me like rushing water. Like a baby's trusting body asleep and peaceful against it's mama's torso. Like wind blowing daffodil seeds. I was faceless feeling and radiantly illuminated. I was open and unafraid.
What helped me find this new experience of my body? Marcella Clavijo is my teacher, and she was leading a slow prop-filled Iyengar based basics class. She leads a kind of yoga which is not about getting into the sweaty flow. She teaches a kind of science that is deeply informative. I listen astutely to every detail, like an utter beginner, a decade and a half in the making! We hang upside down from wall-belts -- a technology that is quite new for me. I am ready to be born, hanging upside down like this. My spine is lengthening exponentially! The pose does itself to me -- while I undo, to allow.
"Audrey, welcome," said my back-body. "I have been waiting for your arrival for a long long time. How did you find me?"
I never knew I hadn't found my back-body until... I landed in its palm. Standing up, I was resting. I was vertically laying in my tall long back-body as easefully as I lie down, as supported, as cradled, as held. The presence of my whole body released itself completely, trusting my back-body and the gorgeous surrender it was welcoming from me. My back-body gently guided me down the street, all of me sinking toward it. This feeling is hard to put into words. I felt utterly safe and yet undefended. I had no armor. My front body fell into me like rushing water. Like a baby's trusting body asleep and peaceful against it's mama's torso. Like wind blowing daffodil seeds. I was faceless feeling and radiantly illuminated. I was open and unafraid.
What helped me find this new experience of my body? Marcella Clavijo is my teacher, and she was leading a slow prop-filled Iyengar based basics class. She leads a kind of yoga which is not about getting into the sweaty flow. She teaches a kind of science that is deeply informative. I listen astutely to every detail, like an utter beginner, a decade and a half in the making! We hang upside down from wall-belts -- a technology that is quite new for me. I am ready to be born, hanging upside down like this. My spine is lengthening exponentially! The pose does itself to me -- while I undo, to allow.
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