Moving on from the mouthing pattern (sea squirt) to soft spine pattern. The Lancelet. Three tubes down the centre of the body.
Digestive - A long tube connected from mouth to anus.
Notochord - Soft tissue that eventually becomes the little discs in the spine
Neural tube - Eventually becomes the brain and spinal chord
All of these are what allow for sequential movement, fluidity and awareness of back, middle and front within the centre line.
Connected but loosely, soft and supple with inner tubes connecting head to tail. Using the soft spine imagery I am able to work closely with the head to tail connection with renewed ease.
Monday 3 December 2012
Mouthing Pattern
Exploring the mouthing pattern. Taking imagery in the form of the sea squirt.
Sea Squirt - Marine mammal that lives in bottom of the sea. Tube like, or bell like in appearance but still no spine.
Brushing the cheek of my partner and her following the brushing with her mouth, similar to new born babies. When it comes to my turn feels oddly familiar. Memories from way back when. Feels more comfortable going one way rather than the other. It is this movement that starts the rolling motion through the body.
Sea Squirt - Marine mammal that lives in bottom of the sea. Tube like, or bell like in appearance but still no spine.
Brushing the cheek of my partner and her following the brushing with her mouth, similar to new born babies. When it comes to my turn feels oddly familiar. Memories from way back when. Feels more comfortable going one way rather than the other. It is this movement that starts the rolling motion through the body.
Navel Radiation Pattern
Imagery of starfish - no one part of starfish is more important than any other. Each limb is equal. The navel is the centre of being. In uterus, the life source is from the umbilical cord from navel. How can this pattern offer integration between core and distal movement?
Friday 26 October 2012
forgotten space, my partner and me
Find a space with your partner, listen with your body and note your noticings
With Hannah Graham-Martin...
Whispering walls, telling stories emitting chatter but faceless. Cold, alone but not alone. Loud feet sqeaking fading, fading gone. Cold and hard, white and clinical yet warmth from the familiar. Itch, moving muscles pressed against the wall. Loud deep voice, soothing, giving guidance, but not to me, can't quite hear, it's not for me. Smell... smell, I can smell perfume - hers - and wood or at least I think I can. HELLO?! Not to me, not noticing me. Creaking. In my own world but life is still going on around me. So alive, so loud, wedges of space and time more accessible than others. Open doors. Closed doors. Stomach growling. I'm hungry, my body knows this. What do others see? hear? smell? Am I alone in my own observations? World is muted until each new big bang in which a flurry of activity invades my ears
With Hannah Graham-Martin...
Whispering walls, telling stories emitting chatter but faceless. Cold, alone but not alone. Loud feet sqeaking fading, fading gone. Cold and hard, white and clinical yet warmth from the familiar. Itch, moving muscles pressed against the wall. Loud deep voice, soothing, giving guidance, but not to me, can't quite hear, it's not for me. Smell... smell, I can smell perfume - hers - and wood or at least I think I can. HELLO?! Not to me, not noticing me. Creaking. In my own world but life is still going on around me. So alive, so loud, wedges of space and time more accessible than others. Open doors. Closed doors. Stomach growling. I'm hungry, my body knows this. What do others see? hear? smell? Am I alone in my own observations? World is muted until each new big bang in which a flurry of activity invades my ears
Myself
My stomach hurting, pulsing. I find positions where my back expands and relaxes but won't settle. I like my own little world of darkness, exploring through feeling and sensation. When I slowly open up my eyes to the light I feel like a newborn bird in a nest, squinting through my eyelashes. Different sensations of hardness of the floor. Skin on floor cold and smooth, through fabric warm and spongey. Always supportive.
Even when I think I'm seeing I'm Not
Even when I think I'm seeing I'm Not
Deep Listening
Deeply listening to YOUR body
Individual Needs
As I move I am aware of different sensations, sometimes to the point of overload. Noticing what is new to me as well as my habitual patterns.
It is important for me to notice what I want to pay attention to but I need to practice trying to keep with what I'm with.
Individual Needs
As I move I am aware of different sensations, sometimes to the point of overload. Noticing what is new to me as well as my habitual patterns.
It is important for me to notice what I want to pay attention to but I need to practice trying to keep with what I'm with.
Where Am I?
Eyes closed
Being led
Responding
Exploring
Trusting
Where am I? Being led around the room, eyes closed by partner. My other senses come alive; pieces slowly come together, remembrance from my eyes but also noticing new things that my eyes are unable to pick up: The course fibers of the floor, the musty smell that clings to the curtains.
Surprised by how easily I trust my partner, I felt as sure footed as when I can see. I trust my partner to watch and protect me as I would watch and protect her. How would I be if I did not trust?
Being led
Responding
Exploring
Trusting
Where am I? Being led around the room, eyes closed by partner. My other senses come alive; pieces slowly come together, remembrance from my eyes but also noticing new things that my eyes are unable to pick up: The course fibers of the floor, the musty smell that clings to the curtains.
Surprised by how easily I trust my partner, I felt as sure footed as when I can see. I trust my partner to watch and protect me as I would watch and protect her. How would I be if I did not trust?
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