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th-12After I left urban life, 14 years ago, in which I fully engaged in the play that urban life can offer, I did, indeed, find the different beauty of “taoist surfing” in my wanderings amongst the meadows, hills, rivers and valleys of the rural life I ultimately chose

Though I loved the privileges that my education, experience and professional status offered, I found myself wanting something . . . something more beyond the cement high-rises and pedestrian asphalt that position and prestige had given me.  I lived in the City with all of it’s strengths and class divisions, inside of which I had risen.  Though I loved the status it had given me,  I most often found myself loading my bicycle onto my car and driving out into the wilderness to experience myself truly, outside of the constructed, contrived parameters of position and power that my station afforded me.

I really wanted nothing more than to tour remote places on two wheels at a slow pace.

After years of stating this to my friends and colleagues of similar social/professional stations who, finally said, “Yeah, Amelia, we’ll believe it when we see it . . . ”

I finally did.  I walked out completely and totally . . . and found and began to live my true heart’s desire.

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Okay, so, here I am again, walking along and stumbling upon yet another synchronicity of life, so closely on the heels of my last post.  That’s usually how jewels show up – not seeking them, but tripping over them in our meanderings upon Mother Earth.  The link above is to a video I came upon yesterday and it so nicely dove-tailed with the topic of my last post that I am re-posting it here.

That is how our modern weaving works.  So, I’ll go with it.  Just like tumbling down a set of stairs or down the rabbit hole that Alice had to navigate, learning how to roll is the name of the game.

The Tao is, ultimately, an improvisational dance that requires a profound precision of discernment.  Therein lies the paradox and the rub, all in one. I am including this video today because, yesterday, I discussed the importance of falling into the sacred vessel of our pelvis.  This video so perfectly demonstrates, visually, what I wanted to convey.  It is the blending of structure and creativity.

First time through, just watch it in it’s totality.  That is establishing a “whole to part” perspective.  Watch first the whole from a larger perspective, the details will become clear later.

Second time through, watch the integrity of the dancer’s pelvis and the exquisite integrity he establishes between that and the creativity that arises  from his torso out of his groundedness in the hip and waist, knees and feet as he moves through three-dimensional space.

Also notice that, even in his integrated dance, he still holds tensions in his body (most noticeably in the left shoulder) and still has a ways to go with completely extinguishing such “holding places” within himself.   I have not fully evaluated the holding places in his hips, but I know they are there, as the shoulders and hips are intimately connected.

We all have those subtle flaws within ourselves, as he does, and work through our entire lives to come to a full place of softness of being.    It is what makes us all human, together.  Our different idiosyncrasies are what makes the unique flavors of life and, as he does so beautifully, we should all dance the song of ourselves, despite our functional dysfunctions.

Lovely.  Taking risks despite ourselves – feeling into them.  The assignment for students is to watch where you notice other asymmetries and tensions in his body and how the parts make up the whole.  And then notice your own.  No judgment, just observing and accepting those places within ourselves – and knowing those same flaws make a beautiful way of being, unique unto ourselves, just as this young man does without hesitation.  Authentic self-expression is the beauty of life and the Tao.

We do, indeed, fly through space and time despite our small little selves.  The flight is thrilling.