Like the child we slowly begin to understand that we are connected to these forces outside of our skin. In the case of the foot, it begins to dawn on us that when we think about moving it a certain way, there is some relation to what it does in space. It is perhaps harder to see our relation to the larger world, but not because the links are missing, but because our hearts and eyes are drawn elsewhere. If we settle into a tub of water, we can see the displacement of the fluid and watch the level rise. If the sun shines down on seeded earth, there will be sprouts. If we look and ponder more seriously the world around us, if we actually seek to see the interactions, they are apparent.
With the elk or deer, we see that if we move too quickly towards it and frighten it, it too will move in relation to us. If we walk into a room where there is love and happiness, we will experience that differently than if we enter a space with anger and hostility. Being the humans we are, we often stop the noticing right there with that lesson. We forget to keep noticing the dance of what we do. We stop thinking about the interplay with the world. We lose the wonder and magic and mystery.
We can search for mastery over our lives and our bodies and there is some goodness in this. Sometimes the illusion of being able to control our world becomes an obsession, a compulsion, something we do instead of noticing how we feel when the world zigs when we want to zag. It is easier to be mad or enter the chase to make it different..
Our lives are not static and written. We are constantly asked to witness, to meditate and to see more clearly the forces around us and how one little movement sets the scene around us in motion.
We cannot control everything, We cannot have mastery over every aspect of our lives, like we do with our extremities. We can, though, settle into our audience seats and enjoy the focus and awe that comes with knowing we are part of a very large production. A dance of thousands….. think Busby Berkeley choreography of the entire planet. Wow, look at all those synchronistic movements. Look at the beauty!
But of course, there is more.... when we get up and dance, not only are we transformed, but the space around us changes, people around us, shift, just that smallest bit. They either notice us, or feel us, or choose in that moment to sit and rest. The floor beneath us ages a bit with the weight of another dancer, which shifts the dirt underneath, that minuscule grain settles. That puts pressure on the the aquifer beneath the surface and a spring somewhere bubbles a little louder, and the river water gets taken into clouds and somewhere it rains, maybe feeding the seeds or flooding the plain, and somewhere someone cries and somewhere else someone laughs.
If we are really still. If we really look at our world, like a child does. If we explore the specificity of each life in front of us, we will see the way we are bound. We will see the way we tickle each others toes, or roots, or auras, or sky. We will know this. We will remember that we are small, but essentially a piece of a grand dance. When we know this, we lose a part of our fears, and we are allowed some PEACE, which I read recently was defined as.............. JOY resting.