Monday, January 12, 2009

Ripples, Mental and Otherwise....

Rippling is the Way, flowing left and right!
Its tasks completed, its affairs finished,
Still it does not claim them for its own.
Lao Tzu

....I had another one of these kinda psychedelic experiences in yoga class...it was at the end of class and we were in savasana...that, it should be noted, is the one pose that is nearly always given its Sanskrit name in yoga classes, even if everything else is half-moon, sleeping pigeon, radiant warrior, crazed aardvark, etc....that’s because, in English, it’s corpse pose...kinda makes ya appreciate the Sanskrit, doesn’t it? Anyway, I was lying there, eyes closed, minding my own business, and started seeing these ripples in blue water...like in a large creek...just vaguely at first, but then I started to focus in...and no, I didn’t actually think I was outside looking at a creek...but it wasn’t like the way I’d normally imagine something either...more like projected onto the backs of my eyelids...what my hippie freak friend Jedediah calls an eyelid movie...but a bit less colorful and chaotic than what he’s described...so I lay there watching for a little while...then kinda refocused...like I moved back a bit, and suddenly, just for a second or two, was looking at the ocean...and then back to plain old eyelids, somewhat illuminated by the sun coming through the window....I tend to put my mat down in an area of the floor somebody called the beach...as, if there’s any sun at all on a given day, it’s shining there...

The river flows, it flows to the sea, wherever that river flows, that’s where I want to be....
Roger McGuinn

About forty mile south of Rochester, New York, the Genesee River runs through a long and spectacular gorge with a series of waterfalls in a place called Letchworth State Park. I did a lot of hiking there, and found some cool, out-o’-the-way spots, including a high cliff overlooking the largest of the waterfalls. It was off an unofficial trail, so there were no guardrails or anything, just a sheer drop to rocks and blue water rippling in a very shallow stretch of river far below. Most importantly, the cliff was concave, meaning that there’d be nothing to get caught on, nothing to stop you, no matter how the wind might shift, from plummeting to your death—no chance of ending up quadriplegic, nothing but to sleep, perchance to dream. But...as it turned out, a grad. school friend was getting married that weekend. We weren’t that close, so the wedding wouldn’t have been cancelled, but it would definitely have put a bit of a dark cloud over it...and who would want that? Two weeks later, the planes crashed into the towers, and, on September 12th, having gone to the hospital to give blood, only to be turned away, since, apparently, everybody else had the same idea, I considered walking over to the psychiatric ward and having myself committed, but ended up taking a long bike ride along the Erie Canal, instead...more rippling blue water...and so it goes....

10 comments:

Lydia said...

A post with beautiful flow......

(o, wow. I scrolled down for the word verification and it is.....flowb...i truly hadn't seen it when I wrote the short comment above)

Me-Me King said...

When flowing water meets with obstacles on its path, a blockage in its journey, it pauses. It increases in volume and strength, filling up in front of the obstacle and eventually spilling past it . . . - I Ching

Aggie said...

Rippling water always makes me calm for some reason. Its a weird world we live in.

svasti said...

In some of those arcane yogic books they mention how the world is just a projection of light, and actually our very own projection of light. Each of us, individually.

Somethin' to consider next time one of them eye lid movies makes an appearance...

It disconcerts me a little, that your planning was so thorough. Although, I guess I shouldn't expect differently from you? At least you chose somewhere beautiful.

Are ya still in touch with that friend who got married that weekend? If so, send her a thank you note on my behalf, okay?

Gorgeous and brave, m'darlin...

Seeing Eye Chick said...

I see Shades of, *The World Goes On in this post. A sort of waking dream. The Corpse Pose reminiscent of a life, simply ripples in a sea, meaningful in that spot, but insignificant in the greater scheme of things, and not able to really affect much and finding comfort in that. Especially when considering acts of terrorism. Sounds more like an OBE rather than an eye lid movie to me. Like a piece of you is wandering your favorite places, an anchor to serenity in a life that can seem anything but.

The Clandestine Samurai said...

Corpse pose, ROTFL!!!!! Man, that's classic.

Anyway, that's quite a vision you had there. What do you think it means (especially considering that you were corpse posed on the beach)? And why were you considering committing yourself to the psychiatric ward just because you were turned down from giving blood?

Kim said...

I have eyelid movies all the time (and I love that term, by the way) when I'm in savasana. I love it. It's the only time my mind is free, but calm.

Loved this post!

earthtoholly said...

Drjay, the ripples you speak of remind me of the bit of water on my page...I've been to the Letchworth park...about 10 years ago we drove all through upstate NY and I was amazed at all the beautiful waterfalls...a whole week of waterfalls and wineries, and Niagara, of course. Whenever I stand atop something high, or a cliff as you've described, for a second I think what if I were to lose my senses for just a moment... I think everyone must have those thoughts at least once.

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Gypsy at Heart said...

Well, now I feel like a technodolt. Yes, I think I kept loading the Dec. 31st page every time I'd checked. Thanks for replying.

Now I'll go read what I've missed.