Trapped inside, feeling ambivalent about the frozen outside, I received a freeing gift. A video clip came my way. It gives a glimpse of a longer video made by Antonella Adorisio, called Mysterium, which she describes as:
‘A video that developed almost on its own, based on direct observations of real life. This “diary of images” slowly became a video to be shared and to convey experiences, arouse emotional resonance and lead to reflections on the personal manner in which each person lives his or her own spirituality…..The filmed images almost generated themselves, as if I were viewing a dream of the unconscious.’
Do watch it if you are seeking several minutes of escape or refuge from the commercial build-up to Christmas, or the relentless bad news of public sector budget and job cuts that is hitting us like a torrent – matched now by the severity of this winter. It will lift your spirits.
Mysterium DVD: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I_L0bQHIGm0
Beautiful images accompanied by original music. I take away hands outstretched, flowing, reaching out but not grasping – hands receiving. And eyes. And water in motion, icicles unfrozen. Waves crashing over flickering flames bringing the elements together with the potential for alchemical transformation. And the concluding images of zebras and gazelles moving with grace over the land, moving forward, who knows where?
Receiving this gift at the end of this year brings together well some of the themes that have emerged for me over the last few months since starting to write this blog, around finding space, the wisdom of the body, the complex close connection of body and spirit, and music as a connecting energy.
As Tina Stromsted, Jungian analyst and dance movement therapist, says in the video:
‘The body is a sacred instrument, it must be strong enough and flexible enough to receive spiritual energy, to contain, express, channel and live it. Embodied spirituality is the experience of being at home in the body, a feeling of vital resonance with the universe.’
Watching this video clip resonates hugely for me with a year of wonderful Scaravelli-based yoga and movement explorations led by Giovanni Felicioni. I arrived at the final day of a week of these workshops recently and found a series of flipcharts that had accumulated over previous days on the walls. Some of the quotations speak directly to Antonella’s video:
‘What are the thousand faces that signal the appearance of an action?’
‘How can we make a sensitive and vulnerable journey together, and in solitude, …. to inhabit a place without words (while also using words and symbols) where the roots of habitual movement live…where the pre-conscious and unknown root of action germinates?’
As a counterpoint to the video, I also offer you a poem by Mary Oliver which has been the soundtrack for Giovanni’s workshops:
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting–
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
I love this poem. No matter how many times I return to it, it speaks to me like the first time I read it. It is very simple, deceptively so. The images are powerful and linger in your mind. It is like lying down on the floor watching clouds pushing, or being pushed by, the wind at high speed; and feeling yourself both observing and being part of the world. There is a freshness and a cleanness to it, like the world outside after a day of rain.
Describing the call of the world as sounding like wild geese – ‘harsh and exciting’ – is just so evocative and so right.
I feel 2011 beckoning. Well wishes for a new year.