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book bindings, breaking the binding, flexibility, freedom of movement, grace, learning curves, learning to let go, muscle-bound, relaxation, spine, stretching, twists and turns, yoga
I am bookish.
The pages of my body are well-loved, well-used, strong
Muscle engages
I gracefully reach my fingertips up and into the corner, elongating from the shoulder
The soles of my feet are together
I entreat them, “Stay”
My hips resist opening; I relax and work to pull the fascia holding them toward the earth
Opening my heart, twisting and turning and rotating my spine
Sculpture, art
Creating heat, vowing flexibility, breaking the bindings
Where soul and flesh meet
Ensuring fidelity to the framework while unjamming the fusion,
Loosening the grip, wishing for unconstrained edges,
smooth messages
It is a learning curve for my body,
A leaning swerve
I am cautious, and a bit reverent,
Like the first time one opens a newly published book… not too wide… slowly…
Always afraid to be the first one to break the binding,
unwinding
the faintest creak of new life erupting from the center
Robbing the spine of its virginal unbrokenness
It is open
Knowing that it must give in and give out and give life and give words and give insight and hope
I exist in the margins
A. Locke 2013
We all exist in the margins. Good Stuff!
Thank you, Bonnie!
My tongue, a bookmark, syllabub syllables, sutras, plough with brows furrowed, let us lotus, pray pray away, body buddy bodhi, enlonged lungs, a crack of knees ( not a new noise, yknow). A sound stretching out.
How I love your take on yoga! I am going to read that to my instructors. 😀