Arg… not yet New Year’s eve and already new resolutions knocking on the door… all I could be that I am not. Damn! That’s not a coffee I will need for such work, that’s energy times trillion… and to get that energy, only one thing possible, remembering everything I am already, everything I am creating daily and bounce on my strengths, my favourite inner coffee!
It’s so easy to see everything we do not do, everything we are not yet, everything we could be… it’s all on the outside like huge colored letters written on big wall around us. Hum… experience to be blind, and feel inside rather than reading outside… that’s an idea!
I think it is… Boycott time! All standard single questions, boring icebreakers such as –where you’re from? What you do? What’s your job? Boycott! NOW! And let’s see if boxes are finally sent into exile.
What? Here again… one single question, one single answer… and bang, I’m back into that damned box. Black and no movement in sight… unless kickboxing! Yeah! Let’s go kickboxing walls and more.
Remembering just there, as the muscles move, stretch and contract, the intention of dancing. It’s not a goal, neither an objective. It is not about tango, waltz or Lindy-hop. It is an intention in the movement itself, a movement as a set of steps in dialogue with a music and a partner, and a determination that gives it purpose. And finally dancing becomes an emotion, a movement into an evolution.
Finally, neurosciences is giving us really good basis to understand what makes a person, this fascinating notion of “neural self”. And that “neural self” is a true combination mind and body, a two-ways feedback loop in a continuous dialogue. Let’s keep moving and keep the dialogue dynamic!
Drawing is a movement as well, a hand movement, an arm movement, a thought movement. Evolution as a series of movements? It starts with a hand, moves to a thought, and then gets the body in action, and with the body, the life of the heart and the food of the brain.
Remembering just there, as the muscles move, stretch and contract, the intention of running. It’s not a goal, neither an objective. It is not about running 10km or 20km, running in less than 30 minutes or 60. It is an intention in the movement itself, a movement which goes somewhere, with a determination that gives it purpose. And suddenly running becomes more than a movement, it becomes an emotion, a movement into an evolution.
What makes the beauty of a move is the intention. Without intention a movement is only a set of muscles contraction, at times sloppy, without direction or reason. With an intention, it gains a purpose, a step toward a horizon. It becomes part of a system, suddenly bigger than the move itself.
It used to be there unseen, a stable element in my urban city landscape providing shade and wind at times. It used to be the tree. And then it became “The big tree in the corner”, a meeting place, a token of interest, a beacon of possibility. It is nagging me today, that big tree, that escaped idea… at days a virus I can’t get rid of, at others a cure I could get, and most days a well gone romantic token of what is not. What about an Instagram snapshot in my brain I could forget once taken? or rename once printed on my neurones?