Last night I read about Elsa Gindler, the founder of Sensory Awareness, and the motivation and author of much of what we study and use today in the Somatic Field. She was the teacher of Charlotte Selver, my teacher. She began in the 20's and worked in Nazi Germany to save many Jews. It is fascinating to read of that kind of courage, the ability to stay calm and teach and shelter. I am with it now, as I feel my cells within, waking up for this day. They yawn and stretch, encouraged to awake.
Joe Riley, from Panhala, chooses an excellent poem each morning and it arrives in my email box like a special treat.
Here is the one for today.
waiting till a sentence formed and
emerged full-blown from his head.
nature drives me to do. Does a fish
know the water in which he swims?
with a man I met by chance,
friend of a friend of a friend,
three specimen boxes of insects
he'd collected in the Grand Canyon—
one for butterflies and skippers,
each lined up in a row, pinned and labeled,
revealing how adaptation
happened over time. The deeper down
and the younger
the strategy for living in that place.
found its way into this man
bent on cataloguing each innovation,
the labels, the skippers, the canyon.
We agreed then, the old friends and the new,
from the whole, as if we'd sprung
from an idea out in space, rather than emerging
that binds us with the others,
all playing the endgame of a beautiful planet
each thing and try to tell
its story against the vanishing.