Yes! I often have to use creative analogies to help students relax and find their embodied centre and to trust their gut feelings. ‘The place where an uncontrollable giggle erupts and becomes an uncontrollable belly laugh,’ helps some, though sadly many don’t laugh enough.
As my perceptions of Reality have changed over the decades I often find myself thinking…
‘the joke that can be told is not the eternal joke.’
hi caro. i was moved to write you after listening to your chat with iian but got blown off course like dandelion fluff. this piece feels like the same conversation which, after the long scroll, leaves me longing for the sweet prosodic connection of your voices. the words without the music start bore each other like guests at a faculty party. thank you for voice imprint here.
i share your distrust of too many words and will stay as brief as possible but i do feel moved to share something with you. i noticed a curious asymmetry in the accidental stack of books on the table before me. tmwt is open to the chapter on perception and is buried beneath a half dozen stacked translations of rilke’s duino elegies open to the eighth. the worn red cover of jean klein’s ‘i am’ bulges out to one side like a slipped disc and your ‘found and ground’, sitting shyly by itself, clearly the new kid on the play ground, is on top of gabriel kram’s ‘neurobiology of connection’. on top of the unstable heap is the book i want to offer you.
you are probably familiar with the endless merits of the other books so i won’t go on about them. i will say ‘found’ is spectacularly photographed and handsome as the herd of roan red angus just over the fence. mark rashid is an akido master and very likely the premier natural horseman on the planet. his ‘journey to softness’ is the closest thing i have to a bible. (sometimes ‘i am’ goes in the suitcase first:)
years ago at a workshop in a tiny florida town near ocala, he was in the ring very near the bleachers demonstrating a completely invisible communication with his horse. he stopped at a point and looked quizzically down at the animal beneath him. then his cowboy hat swiveled toward the bleachers and he slowly scanned the 30 or so of us with some sort of radar. when he got to me he leaned as far forward as his saddle would allow. in an apologetic whisper he said, ‘i need to ask you to go to your car please. your energy is too loud for me to complete this exercise.’
i’m very relieved to report that things are much better now, but you may trust me when i say it’s been a long road home. mark obliquely fracks the connection you and iian are talking about. he brilliantly bypasses the cognitive impediment to visceral connection by communicating directly with the nervous system of another intelligent animal who cannot, as he says, lie.
i will leave it here. i simply wanted you to meet mark rashid’s notion of softness. oh, and the eighth. the open.
Yes! I often have to use creative analogies to help students relax and find their embodied centre and to trust their gut feelings. ‘The place where an uncontrollable giggle erupts and becomes an uncontrollable belly laugh,’ helps some, though sadly many don’t laugh enough.
As my perceptions of Reality have changed over the decades I often find myself thinking…
‘the joke that can be told is not the eternal joke.’
hi caro. i was moved to write you after listening to your chat with iian but got blown off course like dandelion fluff. this piece feels like the same conversation which, after the long scroll, leaves me longing for the sweet prosodic connection of your voices. the words without the music start bore each other like guests at a faculty party. thank you for voice imprint here.
i share your distrust of too many words and will stay as brief as possible but i do feel moved to share something with you. i noticed a curious asymmetry in the accidental stack of books on the table before me. tmwt is open to the chapter on perception and is buried beneath a half dozen stacked translations of rilke’s duino elegies open to the eighth. the worn red cover of jean klein’s ‘i am’ bulges out to one side like a slipped disc and your ‘found and ground’, sitting shyly by itself, clearly the new kid on the play ground, is on top of gabriel kram’s ‘neurobiology of connection’. on top of the unstable heap is the book i want to offer you.
you are probably familiar with the endless merits of the other books so i won’t go on about them. i will say ‘found’ is spectacularly photographed and handsome as the herd of roan red angus just over the fence. mark rashid is an akido master and very likely the premier natural horseman on the planet. his ‘journey to softness’ is the closest thing i have to a bible. (sometimes ‘i am’ goes in the suitcase first:)
years ago at a workshop in a tiny florida town near ocala, he was in the ring very near the bleachers demonstrating a completely invisible communication with his horse. he stopped at a point and looked quizzically down at the animal beneath him. then his cowboy hat swiveled toward the bleachers and he slowly scanned the 30 or so of us with some sort of radar. when he got to me he leaned as far forward as his saddle would allow. in an apologetic whisper he said, ‘i need to ask you to go to your car please. your energy is too loud for me to complete this exercise.’
i’m very relieved to report that things are much better now, but you may trust me when i say it’s been a long road home. mark obliquely fracks the connection you and iian are talking about. he brilliantly bypasses the cognitive impediment to visceral connection by communicating directly with the nervous system of another intelligent animal who cannot, as he says, lie.
i will leave it here. i simply wanted you to meet mark rashid’s notion of softness. oh, and the eighth. the open.
Thanks for another grand unifying essay.