Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Duh...It is in the Doing
Having been lucky enough to have rediscovered my core, my center, my essence in dance, and having been lucky enough to go to part one of YogaDance teacher training where I was seen, witnessed, and affirmed in that, I come home to an Old Me that is achingly transforming into the Real Me.
A very good friend of ours referred to my transformation as a "Transfiguration," and I love the body reference inside that word. I also love that it has a much more spiritual feel on the tongue and that it makes me think of the brilliance of the Sun.
Along with this high and mighty transfiguration, though, is the reality of one WhineyChick. One ResistantChick. One PainInMyAssChick, to put a fine point on it.
Take what happened this past Sunday as one small example.
I was sent home with homework to tackle in between our part one training and the part two to come at the beginning of December. This homework includes practice teaching. We were each given a CD of music that we will then use as our example teach in December.
Being the perfectionist I am, and knowing myself in terms of "performance," I knew I did not want to over-practice that CD. I don't even want to work on it until late November so that it feels "fresh" in December.
This means that for my initial practice teaches, I need to make my own music playlist. An hours worth of music.
No big, right?
Oh, the drama! The angst! The gut wrenching! The cries of "I can't do it! There's too much choice! Where do I start?"
Poor Marcy, you are thinking, and you are right.
She tried to help by compiling suggestions, but that wasn't right either.
Eventually, we found ourselves working together and succeeding in creating a truly masterful, seamless list. (We both LOVE music and know it well.)
We had so much fun. Of course we did. This is fun. This is my life's calling. This is my Heart's Deepest Love.
A lesson Marcy tried to tell me became so clear that day:
It is in the Doing that I find myself, that I remember myself, that I am myself.
It is in the Doing that it all makes sense.
It is in the Doing, after all, that we live.
(Photo & Text Copyright: Christine C. Reed, www.blisschick.net, 2009, Chair at Kripalu)