Unlimited Improvisations

As I began my yoga practice I cringed and didn't want to continue. I never know what I will experience on that mat. This time, since my knee keeps locking on me, I felt deflated. "I feel so limited" I said, but he responded "no you're not, there are unlimited improvisations." How delicious to think! So many micro-movements and postures.

Nothing is impossible? I read that once you start looking for miracles they begin to appear everywhere. While reading for one of my classes I came across the idea of the body vibrating at a certain frequency. When five grandfather clocks with their pendulums swinging out of sequence are placed in a room together, eventually all the pendulums will swing together. Merging and regulating frequencies.

Wikipedia writes "Improvisation is the practice of acting and reacting, of making and creating, in the moment and in response to the stimulus of one's immediate environment. This can result in the invention of new thought patterns, new practices, new structures or symbols, and/or new ways to act. This invention cycle occurs most effectively when the practitioner has a thorough intuitive or technical understanding of the necessary skills and concerns within the improvised domain."

There is a card on my bulletin board of a woman walking into a shape that looks like a dimensional opening.. she is walking down a road... everytime I see this image I feel a sense of mystery come over me, and I sense infinity.

To Be Happy Make Them Happy

Make me wonder wander in your ways and let me see does your heart open and stay open like a sunflower to the sun like the morning glory along my neighbor's fence does your heart open and stay open to all around you and is your love a flowing river to the hearts that reach to yours?

I have started a new journal and it is made of leather and has an embedded green stone and is hand stitched. My therapist asked me "how are you like your journal?" Organic, natural, woven, green eye third eye, empty pages, travels well, thankful to the animal whose skin is the cover, braided, full of possibility.

This past week I experienced moments of exhaustion and crying as well as being on the edge of falling into oblivion and having images flow thru me of knives slashing me and a wonderful groovy feeling as my love sang to me of a woman who is an artist and makes things out of shadow and night and hardship as my body manifested straaaange symptoms that seem completely unrelated even though my homeopathy teacher would love them for what they showed including a locking knee joint and sinus headache and the fruition of cycles.

A lady I work with at the library said "we will have to take you apart and put you back together again." Take me apart then, I am ready. Unlock me and take all my misshapen and separate pieces and put me back together into health. Am I healthy no matter these strange symptoms (Sx) or am I unhealthy? What is health - healing, wholeness. I am in the process of healing, moving from the inner out, from the more essential aspects of life to the lesser, whoever thought healing would be so -- fraught with characters and quests and hardships like some story of old.