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Hillary Keeney's avatar

Confession: when I'm consumed with frustration, exhaustion, despair, fear, or anger (a state which sets in about 30 seconds after reading the headlines), usually the LAST thing I want to do is turn on a musical track and move. I'd rather stew, tackle a bunch of tasks, or surf the internet for a more pleasant distraction. This habit persists, even though experience has taught me that six minutes of surrender to sound + movement puts me almost instantly back in touch with eternity in a way no thinking or talking ever can.

Six minutes and twenty-one seconds of wordless surrender to the current and my whole being is realigned with the source and force of creation.

It’s an experience my rational mind cannot comprehend, and therefore it continues to doubt it. When faced with the clear need for an electrical (rather than psychological) reset, I re-face the same crossroads all over again to follow the wisdom of the ecstatic saints rather than my Idiotic Logic Generator. Even after all these years, my dear mind insists that nothing is beyond its reach and that it will be waiting for me with lots of important thoughts once all this movement nonsense is out of my system. It means well.

But if I waited for my conscious mind to conjure the motivation to put on a track and move, I’d be waiting forever in a lifeless, un-plugged state. So I put my faith in the lineages of ecstatic movers and shakers, let go of myself, and then get breathing, listening, and moving with the rhythm of nature. And then I’m home again (until the connection comes unplugged a few hours later and I must come back for another round).

Reset!

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Shari's avatar

Every re-listen is new, hearing surprises I "missed" before. Swaying. A half-word or tone murmuring up from me. Swaying. Thank you, Osumi Sensei and lineage...what a wonderful way to be alive!

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