No feeling is final.
Hello, Lovely Dancers.
I just watched a delightful film called THE BOOKSHOP (based on a book by Penelope Fitzgerald). There were tears. There was also outrage (I truly wanted to smack Patricia Clarkson’s character--repeatedly). There was also a dollop of feistiness and a good deal sweetness. Perhaps that’s what good films do; make us feel the full range of emotions. Feeling all the feels, as the saying goes (wink to MM). The movie-watching experience was a rather remarkable reflection of my day. All sorts of feelings seemed to amble through my being today, some were entirely unwelcome (let’s call it a “gritchy” feeling that came on strong sometime in the late afternoon), others were like a warm breeze, settling me and coaxing me to a relaxed & contented state of being (for all of 6 minutes or less). I like to think of myself as someone who is even-keeled. Heh heh. Today, I was all over the emotional map. And I believe this is ultimately a good thing, if somewhat exhausting. 😊 Many years ago, when I first discovered this conscious movement practice, there was an exercise frequently done during workshops. As we were dancing, we were instructed to “pause” and “notice what you’re feeling”. The final instruction was “now move it”, meaning move whatever emotion you were feeling. Well, many times I didn’t know what I was feeling, that’s how cut off I was from my own emotional landscape. Bless this practice for teaching me how to listen, how to pay attention to the body, how to attune to the felt sensation. I’m finally in touch with what I’m feeling and even when those feelings get a little uncomfortable, I remain ever grateful. At least I’m feeling them now (and I know how to move those difficult emotions through my body, how to give them ample expression). It’s one of the many great lessons of this exquisite practice.
I can tell you that right now I’m feeling a wonderful anticipatory joy about dancing with you tomorrow morning in Sausalito.
It pleases me no end to report that our beloved Stacey will be holding space tomorrow. She always brings the magic!
Here’s a beloved poem for you. I hope you enjoy.
Go To The Limits Of Your Longing
By Rainer Maria Rilke |
God speaks to each of us as he makes us, Then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall, Go to the limits of your longing.
Flare up like flame And make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don’t let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness.
Give me your hand.
I cannot tell you how much comfort that one line has brought me over the years, “no feeling is final.” It’s good to remember this, to have ready access to that phrase for those dark days of despair. Ahhhh, yes. No feeling is final.
Sending love & hugs,