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Studies In Stillness

Still is not the same as immobile. Stillness is alive. For painters, objects are alive with texture, color, light, shape, dimension, weight, time. And they are always in relation to other objects and to gravity. They always exist in space. Objects sit. They rest.

Not only seeing, but feeling how objects exist in the world can help us. Objects know how to rest fully on the ground. They are not restless. They know how not to effort.  They’re not afraid to make contact, to give and receive weight. They don’t try to change themselves, or to be different than they are. They take a kind of pride in their inherent structures, as if saying to us, “I am what I am.”

We could learn a lot about presence and peace from them.

In Gregory Golbert, Ashes and Snow, we get to see, to feel, what the possession of these qualities look like within humans and animals. We get to see that for which we long. We get to see what our modern Western way of life has abandoned, no, has never known. We get to see the unknowable.

And we recognize the unknowable, because we are seeing what exists deep within us.

The question arises, are we courageous enough to become this still, this quiet, this alive?

And if we were courageous enough, and if we did become this still, this restful, what would happen to us?

Can we know the unknowable?

Watch and see.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gSX444hQ5Vo

 

Every One

photo: B. Fertman

Alexander Alliance International – Japan Retreat

Youfukugi Buddhist Temple, Yase Hieizanguchi

 Autumn, November 23-25, 2012

Midori Shinkai, her graduates, and trainees are impressive. Well coordinated each and every one. Every one helps every one. Every one has a good time, learns seemingly without effort, though every one knows they work hard at what they love.

Every one is skillful with their hands. They’re fluid yet organized. They’re upright though not rigid. They’re light and substantial. They can sense with their hands, see with their eyes, feel with their hearts.

After a day of study every one  relaxes together enjoying one another’s company. Up until 3am laughing and telling stories, eating everything from chocolate covered almonds, to surumeika, (yes, dried squid), to Ritz crackers, to umeshu, (plums marinated in wine for three years), well you get the idea – an international school in Japan. Sure some wine, or beer, or sake too, but not too much because…

8:30am is breakfast and at 9 morning movements begin. And there every one is, ready to go as if they had slept for 8 hours.

Alexander Alliance International Japan, Midori Shinkai, director, her graduates and trainees…as impressive and colorful as autumn leaves.

Visit

The Place I Want to Get Back To

is where

in the pinewoods

in the moments between

the darkness

and the first light

two deer

came walking down the hill

and when they saw me

they said to each other, okay,

this one is okay,

let’s see who she is

and why she is sitting

on the ground, like that,

so quiet, as if

asleep, or in a dream,

but, anyway, harmless;

and so they came

on their slender legs

and gazed upon me

not unlike the way

I go out to the dunes and look

and look and look

into the faces of the flowers;

and then one of them leaned forward

and nuzzled my hand, and what can my life

bring to me that could exceed

that brief moment?

I have gone everyday to the same woods,

not waiting, exactly, just lingering,

Such gifts, bestowed,

can’t be repeated.

If you want to talk about this

come to visit. I live in the house

near the corner, which I have named

Gratitude.

Mary Oliver

Thirst

Photo:

Coyote, New Mexico

Breakdown


Standing Waves – photo: B. Fertman

Previously we thought body movement was accomplished by a series of ratchets, levers, and pulleys.

Lately, this machine model has begun to break down.

Connective tissue is the ocean within us, and, in fact,

contains the same basic proportions of elements, salts, and carbon compounds found in sea water.

It becomes more fluid the more it is moved; the more sedentary, the more ‘dried out’ it becomes.

We literally moisten ourselves and make more variations of movement and action possible.

The water within us seems to have a sort of mind….

The new model sees the body water itself shaping us.

That is, we do not contain it like a bottle; it holds itself together like standing waves

and shapes our more solid structures around it.

Neil Douglas-Klotz

No Doubt

photo by B. Fertman, Antelope Canyon, Navajo Country.

There is no doubt that the body is a moulded river.

Novalis

The spiraling forms of muscles and bones bear witness to the living world of water.  Through the limbs whole systems of currents stream and the muscle more or less follows them.  Both muscles and vessels speak of streaming movement in spiraling forms.  This movement runs through the sinews into the bones.  The bone has raised a monument in “stone” to the flowing movement from which it originates…the liquid has “expressed itself” in the bone.

… from das sensible chaos by Theodor Schwenk

In The Sound of the Stream – Spring/Passover/Easter Poem

In the Sound of the Stream

Have you ever been walking in the woods

hearing no sound of a stream,

and then suddenly you hear it?

Have you ever been walking for so long in the sound of the stream

that you cannot imagine how a sound

could enter and fill you so completely,

leaving no space for words, or even for the thought of a stream sounding,

until the sound, streaming through your veins sends the trees and rocks

rolling into white clouds upon a hill, as you fall back

into soft green grass staring up at the sky,

so blue, wondering

not who you are but

that you are?

B.F.