The past couple days have been full full full, with the School for Body-Mind Centering Embodied Anatomy training: The Organs. Lungs and heart located on Saturday, and now my breath is wider and taller. Lungs cushion and move around my heart. My heart descends with the diaphragm on inhale and rises on exhale. Today brought feeling and movement in the liver, gall bladder pancreas, spleen, stomach, duodenum, kidneys, and a bit of bladder. The liver is huge, by the way….
We ate lunch over a lively discussion about perfectionism: Different forms of perfectionism. Perfectionism and procrastination. Fear of failure. Attempts to control the uncontrollable. How it works (and doesn’t) with or against creativity.
This question actually winds through the themes of the practice, especially related to finding balance. Balance that comes from movement in two directions, rather than from rigidity. Balance, as Bonnie said yesterday, which is not the same as symmetry.
This makes me think about the organs like a cairn of stacked rocks, which are balanced but not symmetrical. Various geometries forming a perfect whole.
Then, driving home, these lyrics (from Leonard Cohen):
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.
Imperfection can be a source of hope and creativity. That crack, injury, or difficulty — even while unwelcome — can sometimes illuminate. “That’s how the light gets in.”
Lastly, this evening found me sitting with our neighborhood meditation group, with the sounds of car stereo and bird song equally finding our ears through open windows. In a balance that is imperfectly perfect, in this world.