I am awake early and floating in the joy of sensing. I woke this morning and felt the area through my pelvis and the more I paid attention the more it seemed to "wake up," and the more my whole organism responded. It was lovely to feel as though a kite was pulled through me with a long ribbony tail. I felt like a caterpillar stretching out from the edge of a leaf for what is new and next.
I was reminded of this poem by Rilke, of his belief that "God" needs us to awaken and create. We create and then worship what we create.
I have a day of Rosen movement, three days, a mini-intensive. You can imagine how thrilled I am to awaken this morning, knowing what lights my next three days. The sky has one small band of pink. I float there.
This is my posting on my Yahoo sensing group today.
This morning in bed I was sensing through my pelvic area. I felt area after area letting go, waking up. I was reminded of how Lee has spoken of it, of one area letting go, and then, another. It was a rippling effect and I feel looser now, more whole and connected, as I notice movement flowing through the whole of this organism. I move my foot and feel response through my head.
I was considering this idea that the organism is intelligent and knows what to do when our mind gets out of the way, and yet, seeing how the work of witnessing, observing, experimenting, and sensing, wakes us up.
I am reminded of a poem by Rilke as translated by Joanna Macy and Anita Barrows in The Book of Hours..
The hour is striking so close above me,
so clear and sharp,
that all my senses ring with it.
I feel it now; there’s a power in me
to grasp and give shape to my world.
I know that nothing has ever been real
without my beholding it.
All becoming has needed me.
My looking ripens things
and they come toward me, to meet and be met.