Tensegrity Seminars

Los Angeles (9) - August 1997 [ 1997 Index | Previous | Next ] To:   The Ixtlan Mailing List Date:   Sun, 09 Nov 1997 21:40:20 -0500 [ I found this today while trying to free up some much needed disk space. I had completely forgotten I even wrote it until reading it again. It was written during the LA workshop last August for someone who wasn't at the workshop (and apparently never got it from me either!). I'm sharing it in the hope that others may post their own workshop experiences here too. ] Its Monday morning. I've finally discovered what the Sorcerer's mean by enhancing awareness. I wake up with an enhanced awareness of every muscle in my body. For the last 2 days I've kiddingly been telling everyone who asked that this has been a piece of cake. Easy even. Just for fun I then say, "so when does this stuff get difficult?" They look at me as if I'm insane and usually mumble something about having to go find someone else. The truth is that I'm nearly at the point of exhaustion. Last night at dinner after the sadist posing as Miles had beat the masculinity series into us "until our tongues hang out" I had serious concerns about rotator cuff injury. I was exhausted. I was sore, I was tired. I had only gotten about 5 hours sleep the night before. Maybe it was due to a new boost of energy from Saturday's session, but whatever the reason, I was beat. Tired, totally saturated. I turned to my 2 dinner compainions and said "this is it, I really wanted to give this workshop a shot, but I just can't go on. I don't think I can do tonight's session, I'm not even sure I can continue with the rest of the workshop. No really, I'm serious". Back at the seminar after dinner, I sit on the floor listening to Taisha speak about our owners and some hilarious stories of how she beat up her "six foot seven inch" father. My mood lightens, but I still hurt. I'm still tired. As I slowly get up and take my positon for another 1 1/2 hours of grueling punishment I'm totally resigned. I've lost all sense of caring anymore what happens to me. I stand in one of the back rows in front of Kylie as she teachs the Prediliction of the Left and Right Bodies. As I begin to move my arm, I start feeling something extrodinary. "Hey, this feels good!" Its not as aerobic as the afternoon's masculinity series so I have enough energy left to do it and for some reason I was concentrating keenly. After the right body we move immediately to the left body. This pass is a bit more complicated, but it too feels really good. My shoulders are tingling, the palms of my hands are warm. I start noticing that I've had my internal dialog shut off most of the time. After we had been shown all the elements of the left body, Kylie asks us to practice it following her, over and over again in silence. The hall becomes hushed. Nothing but movement. Smooth flowing hand and arm movements, over and over and over. I have long periods of inner silence punctuated only after a mistake in the pass by a silent "doh" or an "oh shoot". But for 15 or 20 minutes I am able to be mostly quiet, no internal dialog. Kylie says "please remain silent, good night". I put my arm down and begin to walk back to join my companions and I notice the most extrodinary thing, yes, I'm tired, yes, I'm sore and yes, I'd love nothing more than a hot tub and 12 hours sleep, but I feel great. Physically I would have gladly lied down right then and there and slept until morning, but mentally, I was alert, ready and raring to go. [ 1997 Index | Previous | Next ]

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