It’s about words. My medium of expression, my way of being in the world and understanding the world I live in. I have read words too numerous to count, written words for more occasions and honored others’ words as they share their ideas of living in the world. We all have stories that illustrate how our words and others’ have changed the way we live in the world. While at a forum the other day I witnessed how the words of some participants were valued more than others and the resulting unease made a difference to how we listened and participated. The power of words….
In small ways i am learning about non-verbal living and its communication about who I am.Some personal stories:
I have long wondered why I feel more ‘at home’ when I live on my own. The fragrance of lilacs in bloom provided a clue. When I was very small I lived on a farm..there were lilac trees growing on the edge of the property. One of my games was to ‘play house’ in the tree-in my mind’s eye I can see the rooms in the spaces the slender trunks afforded. How I loved the seclusion and the stories I created as I played. I am the oldest child; when my siblings arrived, we moved, my world changed and the opportunity for aloneness diminished. Alone no more…
‘Moments before we too drifted apart. .
The words of an old song reverberate in my head as I think and wonder how to write
about my experiences of natural horsemanship over a couple of years. I could talk about
the details of how I found out about Christa Miremadi and set up the lessons. I could talk
about clear sunny days driving out to the farm, first to Richmond, then to Langley and the
excitement of Thursdays, knowing that the prospect of hanging around animals for a
couple of hours would connect me to myself in many ways I could not have imagined.
Dogs and cats were my familiars -who could see through my defenses and with whom I
learned about unconditional love and caring. There was no agenda. It was with horses,
however, that I discovered the nature of big and small and how they interchanged within
the blink of an eye and with a language was not always verbal.’ Extract from a longer essay.
Over my time with horses, I learned much about living and about the connections of my interior and exterior journeys here in this lifetime. My being was happy, my heart was open to possibility and I lived well. Shift happens….
These days it’s about dance.
‘Dance as though no one is watching.’
It’s about responding to music. ‘Just Dance’ and ‘Dance Divine’ have offered me ways to move to music according to my rhythm and design. My body has always wanted to play that way..now I find myself on the dance floor engaging with my being as the music beguiles and invites. No routines to remember, no words to frame the experience,..just movin’ my body, and well being. I close my eyes and play with sound. Zumba also allows for moving and grooving to music..organized high energy play. Yes, there are routines but my body loves moving to rhumba, samba and rock and our instructor uses gesture as much as words to explain. Moving along…
Meditation matters. Stillness, following my breath, and I am home. To be sure, my ‘inner child’ worries about me in the world. I let those thoughts drift away and feel myself free of ‘the surly bonds of earth’. Sometimes my consciousness provides a piece of understanding about an issue; mostly, it is a celebration of life and lifetimes, honoring who I am…part of a larger whole: without uttering a word.
Walks, yoga..so many other ways to redefine myself in the world and to understand how I am creatively composing my life. I am aware I have used words to describe these connections with my Self and my interior journey. However, words are not the only way/lens through which I live these days. For that truth, I am grateful.
Beyond strutting and fretting….