Copyright Lance
Kinseth, 2012
IN BODYMIND PRACTICES, improving balance can come to
reference literal physical balance.
And so studies of health benefits of practices such as tai chi and yoga
report gains in physical balance that prevents falls and offers better
mobility. And yet, this sense of
balance is facile, missing the heart of balance.
There are, for example, yoga practitioners who can assume
amazing feats of physical balance, and yet, may be quite imbalanced in terms of
relatively high anxiety levels and/or limited skills and interest in calming
and quieting.
Bodymind practices that concentrate on providing an
“antidote” to hectic everyday life are likely to be far more beneficial, both
physiologically and psycho-spiritually, than gains in physical balance.
When you cross a threshold into a space where gentle bodymind practices are occurring, there can be a
major, dramatic shift from the fast pace of the everyday that offers an
important sense of balance.
And yet, such an “antidote” tends to be rare. When balance in the everyday is
pursued, popular efforts tend to be a “physical workout.” “Working out” may be broadly touted as
countering the stress or imbalance one experiences in everyday life. And often, “working out” stresses
physical intensity to exorcise frustration and stress. And the generic report is that one
feels better, but somewhat paradoxically, post-workout from an endorphin rush,
and one can retreat home and rest.
There is physiological evidence that vigorous exercise
produces body chemistry changes that are associated with stress reduction and
mood elevation. And yet, is not
“working out” somewhat akin to stress producing “working.” We become our
words. One begins to presume that
stress-reduction is, paradoxically, shorter bursts of stress to overcome the
dastardly effect of long runs of stress.
Slowing down and quieting and calming may become anxiety provoking, and
endured for perhaps minutes only.
Why? Because one seems to
be doing nothing, and how can nothing be good.
Intensively working out—especially finishing the workout—may
be somewhat akin to coming down from the highs of summating a mountain. Too fast, one is quickly back in the
everyday, with no transformation to a more
regular state of emotional balance.
The antidote for work is a workout.
At some point, a bell sound might be heard. It might be the clack of a stone on the
cobbles. It might be weariness in
facing the start of another “workout.”
There might be a moment where “release” comes from doing next to
nothing. And this release is,
somehow, balancing. And this
“doing nothing” is more complex than heretofore imagined. One might begin to feel like a rat on a
treadmill, chasing survival. But
now, there is something qualitatively different. It is not about survival. It is about thriving and optimizing, and repeating the same
behavior might be sensed to be circling on the exercise wheel.
Life is change.
Open. Graced. And this is health—open, graced. Suddenly, there is a sense of
permission to still, and calm. And
nothing stops dead. Rather, the
streaming of the universe may be touched.
One surrenders, takes refuge, and is bolstered up by
everything. Not needing to be in
charge, but rather, following, freeing rather than controlling.
One bobs in a vast ocean of support rather than is
alone. Each breath is fresh
and overfull of oxygen. In tadasana
[mountain pose], Rodney Yee [Yoga:
The Poetry Of The Body, p. 57] writes of
offering ( likely costly piece of a yoga workshop with him) permission to lean
this way and that—“falling and recovering”--as an aspect of experiencing the asana—“bobbing” as I might say, being held up by the whole
ocean of existence and being. Each
step and each step is, in Zen practice, a fall off a cliff, never hitting
bottom, due to life being a constancy of change.
And so bobbing, not really touching bottom, is the swim of
authentic balance. And it requires
stilling and calming to perceive the way to fall and recover. Tomorrow, an ache on awakening,
snowfall perhaps or oppressive heat, the call of bird, sun shadows painting the
wall, a new sound and then another, respiration and elimination and digestion,
the turn of a planet and the flight the sun, unending—all wondrous and magical
and, in our sway with it, transformational balance.