ShieldMaiden’s lengthy ‘comment’ on my previous short post - indeed what she calls a ‘letter’ - strikes me as requiring its own post, instead of the relative invisibility of a comment. She brings up her own version of ‘non-doing body movement’, which I find valuable in validating the absence of any prescribed ‘technique’, and in validating the power of unseen subtle forces to bring healing and revelation to us as soon as we slip out of the false guardianship of the mind. She also has her own version of Nature as guide, healer, teacher, friend.
Wow Shieldmaiden, that was some comment of profound proportions. All of it resonates in the deepest recess of my body and soul, and while my mind cries over the destruction of ‘Lady Longwater’ - beautiful description that immediately formed mental pictures of lazy life in its bountiful bliss - I can feel my body adjusting to her needs for compassionate feelings that flow between me, and all I focus upon. Maybe, just perhaps, quite possibly, even inevitably, we are all adjusting to a remembered and far, far older version of ourselves, when simply in dwelling upon a thing, a place, a river, immediately weaves a magic that is to date indescribable in our programmed ignorance, but which of all the people I’ve ever encountered, Enna is a rich holder of its wisdom.
When I ponder on the vast industry of human exercise and well being through Yoga, Qigong, Tai Chi, Gym training, etc, etc, I smile, nay laugh at the ease with which the art and practice of non-doing is free, easy, can be done anywhere, anytime (accepting the mad comments from those around), anyhow without manuals, trainers, or expensive online courses, I laugh out loud at my/our gullibility.
I am reading one of many books written by Dr Vernon Coleman, ‘Bodypower’ and in it he describes the absolute brilliance of our human adaptivity that far outweighs anything a computer can perform... or drugs can mend, ha, ha as if they ever could. In this same vein, Enna’s brilliant book ‘Broody Blue’ describes an innate bodily wisdom that works wonders on and around everything human. It’s a thing that cannot be patented, co-opted by big pharma, big Physio, big anything, and consequently is ignored by the control systems that need for their very survival, a steady stream of dependent humans seeking to be ‘fixed’. Can you imagine in your nearest town a main street clinic named, Non Do Clinic. I don’t think it’ll take off and how the heck would one strata a fee rate. I just got a fit of the giggles… chuckle, chuckle, oh, humble sistars.
So, in a nut, (been labelled that plenty in the recent past) your words are manna to mine ears. Enna’s words too.
As for Russia, I hear yah; I could not fathom why I was so automatically indoctrinated in my military past to hate a country, and it’s peoples with such vehemence, and yet with not an ounce, nor a scintilla’s shreds worth of personal evidence for such a hatred. I worked on the frontline - so to speak - in the Cold War years, and would actively urge my subordinate females to take up weapons training (back then optional for women). The woman I am now, bears zero resemblance to that programmed one of forty years ago. When I recall a pal telling me this past week, that the word ‘woman’ has just been banned in a well known institution, you gotta laugh at such last ditch death throes.
Wow Shieldmaiden, that was some comment of profound proportions. All of it resonates in the deepest recess of my body and soul, and while my mind cries over the destruction of ‘Lady Longwater’ - beautiful description that immediately formed mental pictures of lazy life in its bountiful bliss - I can feel my body adjusting to her needs for compassionate feelings that flow between me, and all I focus upon. Maybe, just perhaps, quite possibly, even inevitably, we are all adjusting to a remembered and far, far older version of ourselves, when simply in dwelling upon a thing, a place, a river, immediately weaves a magic that is to date indescribable in our programmed ignorance, but which of all the people I’ve ever encountered, Enna is a rich holder of its wisdom.
When I ponder on the vast industry of human exercise and well being through Yoga, Qigong, Tai Chi, Gym training, etc, etc, I smile, nay laugh at the ease with which the art and practice of non-doing is free, easy, can be done anywhere, anytime (accepting the mad comments from those around), anyhow without manuals, trainers, or expensive online courses, I laugh out loud at my/our gullibility.
I am reading one of many books written by Dr Vernon Coleman, ‘Bodypower’ and in it he describes the absolute brilliance of our human adaptivity that far outweighs anything a computer can perform... or drugs can mend, ha, ha as if they ever could. In this same vein, Enna’s brilliant book ‘Broody Blue’ describes an innate bodily wisdom that works wonders on and around everything human. It’s a thing that cannot be patented, co-opted by big pharma, big Physio, big anything, and consequently is ignored by the control systems that need for their very survival, a steady stream of dependent humans seeking to be ‘fixed’. Can you imagine in your nearest town a main street clinic named, Non Do Clinic. I don’t think it’ll take off and how the heck would one strata a fee rate. I just got a fit of the giggles… chuckle, chuckle, oh, humble sistars.
So, in a nut, (been labelled that plenty in the recent past) your words are manna to mine ears. Enna’s words too.
As for Russia, I hear yah; I could not fathom why I was so automatically indoctrinated in my military past to hate a country, and it’s peoples with such vehemence, and yet with not an ounce, nor a scintilla’s shreds worth of personal evidence for such a hatred. I worked on the frontline - so to speak - in the Cold War years, and would actively urge my subordinate females to take up weapons training (back then optional for women). The woman I am now, bears zero resemblance to that programmed one of forty years ago. When I recall a pal telling me this past week, that the word ‘woman’ has just been banned in a well known institution, you gotta laugh at such last ditch death throes.
Scenery gets louder… we get quieter.
Go well, humble all.
Loved reading this and the connection that will ensue between you all. You’re never alone - your tribe will find you always x
When read this and was so filled with feeling that I lost my words for a day and a night. I have recovered enough to write: Thank you. I feel wealthy.