At workshop this evening I focused intently on my movement and breathing for quite a while, then, as the beautiful Mircan (Kul & Ashes) played, I dropped through. My thoughts melted into blackness and I ‘was carried’ by motion, no longer sending it from my thoughts into my body. This is the essential core of all this work for me––being susupended beyond my volition, beyond my will and personality. I knew people were there, and I appreciated this in a far-off, universal way, but my emotional life was glass-smooth, neither solitary nor snagged in elaborate complexities that interpersonal life usually requires.
A strange sort of mirror…
I love this state.
