Showing posts with label the now of the new. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the now of the new. Show all posts

Friday, March 16, 2012

Aging, "Anti-aging," reversing the clock, waking back up to life




Say you took a walk down a narrow path to a river each day, fetched some water and then carried it back up to your village.

Then you picked some fruit from a tree, perhaps climbing up the tree, and if the day got too hot you swam and splash in the river down below, so once again a walk of attention (the path is narrow and you could fall off) and back up: nice exercise.

You hunt or you make baskets or you cook food or you prepare weapons or you take a nap or you talk to the grandchildren or children or adults or grandfathers.

You move, you pick up things from the ground, you harvest roots, you skin any animals you have killed.

It sounds primitive and could have it's own charm and appeal or could be a horrifying life to us "moderns", what with food in grocery stories and cars to carry us to work to make money to drive home via the market and cook our food in convenient ways that require no bending down to light the fire or pick up the firewood.

We don't move much, and some go to a gym and push various machines and barbells and metal around, and that certain helps, but the overall picture is one of a lot of sitting. At desks. In front of computers.

And then, even on the part of the day we used to just walk to the car, we are on the cell phone, and now it's a smart phone, so our eyes are glued to the little one and a quarter by three inch screen.

We hunker around our little electronic communication network, not around the fire, not around the circle of family and friends telling stories.

Movies tell our stories, and less and less people even sit with others watching the mutual dream. We stay home, we get our Netflicks, and probably a big chunk of that time is also spend texting and gazing at the even smaller screen.

People are missing. Movement is missing. Nature is missing.

And so we age.

People in the tribes in the old paradigm aged too, but their bodies stayed relatively mobile and their minds, with real problems to solve, real pathways to negotiate with real sleep, stayed alert. The elders job was to pass on the lore and the skills to the young. The young are figgity and keeping up with their minds and bodies must have kept the elders way more on their toes, literally, than the shoved off in old folks homes, and dimming away to Alzheimers, and decaying into the cancer plague.

And does Feldenkrais and Anat Baniel have something to offer the modern woman and man, the modern desk ridden, car enslaved, smart phone addicted person.

Sure.

It has a plethora of movements, that are slow enough to be engaging on their own.

Movements that vary, and so the brain has to pay attention, and even better new neural pathways are laid down. And this is learning.

We try things in a new way, with attention, and learning, real learning of new connections gets hooked up in our brains.

And the spine lengthens, almost always with either table or group lessons. All the moving this way and moving that reminds the vertebrae: hey, you guys aren't a rod, you are a chain of linked and separate units, and the more you can remember and move in all directions with some separation from how your neighbor is moving, the more the spine can lengthen out.

The hunching over of the old, as the spine gets more and more trapped in the patterns of a life time of slouching, this can begin to "un-do" with the lessons of this work.  In the old days, people picked up things from the ground, reached up to climb and pick fruit, rotated right and left to follow prey and avoid danger and get through various openings. We can create, in gobs of fun and different ways, bends and arches and twists and sidebends in our spine.

We can recapture the joy of having a body that is excited to learn something just a little new each day.

So it isn't really "anti-aging," we don't have anything against aging. It's "anti letting ourselves stop learning, and anti falling into deeper and deeper immobility, and anti thinking we have reached the know it all stage of existence.

It's anti fear of the new, but excitement, and this can spill over.

What new will life bring today?

It's so exciting. Let's find out!


Wednesday, August 03, 2011

three God poems

I'm in my second week on Orcas island.

Several wonderful events have been part of my life
here.

One, the Orcas Island Community Church hosted a Kindling's Festival,
a gathering of singers, preachers, dancers, artist,
around the theme of Mourning into Dancing.

I loved the people.
I didn't quite fit into "the club," and that's not to go
into here,
though I will share one clear realization:

the idea of original sin
is
a sin

But that's for a book
or a subset of a novel

because God isn't an idea
and the gathering of people who were sure they were Right,
was as limiting to them
as it is to us practitioners,
when we want to "fix"
someone
rather than wake them up to a bigger
version
of themselves.

Anyway, struggle, not fitting in, feeling "not so great" and great all
at once:
these are the juices of a good life.

The second grand event
was the reuniting of me with this book,
Love Poems from God





Here's three, one my me,
and two by Christian saints.
There's plenty more to come.












August 3, 2011


Faith is remembrance,  Chris Elms

The dried up ones speak of Hell
and all God’s real children
         giggle
         fall asleep
         run away to play

For play is the real work of the child
And
The adult who wishes to remain
sane:
play, dance, sex, laughter, learning
underneath all the tasks of the day
doing the unexpected
falling into the wonder, the delight of “I don’t know”
toppling in the new of the now of the Wow!

Real hell is when the juice of
life in us
- and how much our juicy Self
loves
other juicy Selves-
Is forgotten

Re all faith = re membrance



The Pulse of God, St. Thomas Aquinas

The limbs of a tree reached
down and lifted me
thinking I was its child.

And in the meadows my spirit becomes so
quiet
that if I put my cheek against the earth’s body
I can feel
the Pulse of God

“Tell me the way you do that, birds—
enter the private chambers of my Lord.”

And they all sang, they just
Sang

I gathered it was time to become a musician
And I did

Years passed and one day the
Sky reached down and
Lifted me;
the birds noticed and spoke:

“How do you enter the Sun like that and
Know
the Pulse of God?”


Clarity is Freedom:       St Teressa

I had tea the other day with a great
theologian
He asked me: “What is God’s will?”

I liked that.
The distillation of thought hones thought in others
Clarity, I know, is freedom.

What is my experience of God’s will?

Ah, everyone is a traveler,
most all need food, lodging, clothing

I let enter my mouth what will enrich
me
I wear what will make my eye
content
I sleep where I will
Wake Up

with the strength to deeply love
All that my mind can hold..

What is God’s will
for a wing?
Every bird knows that.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

What's New is Your Life? What's good?

You know this question:
How are you?

And have you noticed in clunky conversations,
right after you've answered, the person will ask again,
How are you?

As if they wanted to know.

So what would be a nice question to greet people with?

What's good in your life?
I like that, though people often lazily just say, everything, and
these could be the people that say, "Okay," when you ask them how
they are.

Everything's good.
What good about something that's good?

What's exciting to you?

What's new in your life?

I've got a new place to live.
I'm creating several new businesses, all of which are going to
be
hugely useful
to lots of people.

I'm reading about dance
and Isadora Duncan.

I'm learning a new section of Austin.

I go to the rooftop cafe of Austin Whole foods
to write in the morning.

So, enough about me.

What's new with you?

What's good in your life?

What do you love, right now?

I love the feeling of the watermelon I just ate in my stomach.

This is more like a "normal" blog, sort of like chatting.

Oh, well.

This is new, a less serious blog.

Oh, well, hope you love it.
Or yourself.
OR something.

Good.