I can’t remember the third.
“Make your body easy – make your body soft – and …”
And it’s not even “Make your body …”
Why can’t I remember – I bookmarked his words – they were said with a knowledge, a wisdom … a surety that made me stop and take note.
Tell your body … what can be soft – what can be easy …
Still not the right words.
Ask your body … what can be soft? – what can be easy? …
A question … closer.
Gabriel … open-soul. Discovered in the final stages of packing up the day; bags stuffed with filed sheets and towels on their way to the washing machine. I had spent four full minutes in a small car park looking for this casually-indicated business – eventually realising that I had passed it twice.
Headache throb – conscious voice remonstrating logic for not getting more specific directions.
Headache throb – disjointed sentences. Assumptions that “it was too late” being voiced without thought or question.
Eye-contact – direct, open blue-eyed contact.
A conversation without words.
Obvious pain; and Gabriel opened his day’s almost-closed window.
“Give me five minutes, I’ll get the room ready”
“How is that? It gets cold as soon as the sun’s gone”
“Breathe in … and then out … through your mouth – feel your body heavy on the table”
The absence – the sensed ‘nothing’ in the space between my skull and palms that hovered without touching.
Muscles taut with impatience – straining to be kneaded and poked.
The calm rolling between two chakra-placed hands.
Ask your body :
What can be easy? What can be soft?
What can be … ?
Direct eye contact – direct connection – conversations with and without words.