The
moment I heard that voice, the eternal hum, resonating and reverberating
throughout my physical and energetic bodies, in that instant, I knew it was
love.
Chi
– primal and eternal, motivator of action, purveyor of dreams, elusive by
nature, saturating by design.
My
energetic soul mate and I have walked hand in hand, informed by the sage
council of Shoshin Shiatsu, sharing with us its preventative properties, its
base wisdom of stretching the fascia, opening and lubricating the joints,
balancing the effects of gravity and emotion.
The
work continues to open slowly to me, informing my connection to the breath. The
breath, my most intimate of all teachers . . . constant companion in this life
journey, showing me with all immediacy the importance of being in the moment.
Giver and sustainer of life, an anchor to my wandering mind, keeper of my hara
fire, eternal example of taking in all inspiration and letting go . . . giving
all with every exhale.
In
the context of Shiatsu, the breath as viewed in another and self, two-edged
vajra, dissolving illusion, moving one into witness.
The
breath of practitioner, again sustains and centers, enhances connection through
palpation, floats the weight of the hand down on a cloud of intention, sinking
through skin, penetrating muscle, entering bone energy, clearing a path to the
house of the true self.
To
have the faith in self to pull back, wait till the mud settles and the water
clears, so one can recognize the underlying cause of it all – the kyo (yin)
behind the outward jitsu imbalance (yang). The woman behind the crime, to
paraphrase from the Neijing.
A
continuous process of letting go of result, expectation, adulation . . . learning to honor and respect the pause
. . . the stillness at the beginning and end of all movement . . . till we are
delivered to the door of beginner’s mind.
