March 27, 2012 § Leave a comment
The threads of thinking are loosening and small contractions in the tissues are felt to soften. A mingling of the bodymind with the space around the sitting retains a certain intimacy of ownership. Bird song then appears from a tree across the street, evoking the warm spring sun on the pale pavement and the green garden beyond. The listener listens while the weave of a fine muslin blows gently through the experience.