May Day-ly Practice 8
“Flesh is the only destiny.”
â€“â€“Kim Edwards, from The Secrets of the Fire King
What does Edwards mean? She goes on to poetically detail the protagonist watching her autocratic father rot into death before her eyes and under her care. And still I don’t understand the opening line. But I agree in my heart. Flesh is the only destiny, the only real challenge, the house of hope, the Reign of Terror, the prison, the ecstasy, the doorway.
Doing daily practice isâ€“â€“really this is an embarassment to admit because the remembering and re-experiencing of daily practice shows how I’ve forgotten to do itâ€“-a joy. Daily practice gets easier every day. My body takes me to her Body waiting in the sanctuary. The waiting One seems to always be wearing silk. She slides her arms around me and I slither into Her and we begin our rolling around to the music, our giggering and gigging and gigue-ing. Daily is easier. Once a week is tough; plenty of time for muscles and tissues to have gotten involved in other thingsâ€“â€“tension, sedentary positionings, forgetful locomotions, rigorous and unbalanced parcel toting. La la la…One hour of Dancemeditation a week is buried under the bricks of bad living.
But daily work, even just 45 minutes, begins to engulf my concsiousness. It sings out long after the session stops, molding the edges of air around my walking legs, stroking up my back as I lean forward to pick up my grocery bag. Daily practice turns my day into a Dance. It mothers me all day.