threaded
togethaaaaa
While each week passes and the medicine that I am learning, or more so remembering, is ingrained deeper and deeper into me, it is hard not to scream at the top of my lungs how important connection is (coming from a recovering isolator). The ideology of it is the exact manifestation of what is grooving in our bodies. The realization that EVERYTHING in the body is connected through this intricate webbing of fascia has had me thinking about all these connections we have in life are also threaded together. Our fascia is the blueprint to the deep diversity of the collective body, the collective experiences, a welcoming smile to strangers or an ethereal dance with loved ones. somehow, someday, it all connects through a webbing of threads covered in mf gold.
I have been sitting her wondering for some time how the physical form we live in seems to reflect our life expereince? I don’t mean to ask how the body adapted to our daily regiment but rather, everything around us is also within us. This isn’t a new found thought process for me but as I spiral deeper into ancient teachings of Eastern Medicine and see the everything and nothingness of life, it is hard not to constantly reflect,reflect, reflect, then step away and realize, a bitch can’t step away. I go outside and it’s inside of me. I light my incense and the fire in my heart burns brighter. I speak to the trees and I hear my ancestors guiding me further on this path.
Our cadence of the soul and its experience is woven in this beautiful ass dance of tissue and breath. And we are woven in this beautiful web of the in-between of the liminal human experience.
In Francis Weller’s book, “The Wild Edge of Sorrow,” he says “A healthy village requires healthy individuals. And to become a healthy individual, you need a healthy village.”
To grow tissue, to move qi, or to even sustain it, we must stimulate it.
Anytime we cross paths with other individuals, there’s a thread of connection there, from one walking heart to the other. And if we want to grow or sustain a healthy Self and a healthy village, I believe we have to stimulate these threads of connection.
Yesterday, I was at a kundalini class and we focused on the heart chakra. The moment I heard that the energy would be honed in to the heart, the Shen, the emperor and holder of our spirit, I was like fuckkkk I know i’m going to cry.
And that’s exactly what I did.
We were doing the warm up, chanting, moving and activating the energy, igniting our breath work practices, and then sitting in asanas for minutes on end. The pain of kundalini from sitting in a posture and feeling it rearrange your cells is one that I will forever be fascinated with. I didn’t even feel the emotions come at first but the tears were dripping. Then I heard the man next to me begin to sob. Then the room was sniffling away. It was one release after another. It was the threads of each other growing stronger and a village becoming healthier, because the self was able to be free. I stepped out of that class and went to the corner to get my shit straight for a second. A lot of the group stayed together, drank some tea, and took their time. The instructor came up to me and our conversation lit me up despite the village dispersing. I walked for 7 miles with my heart extended outward.
Forever and always going to say we are just walking hearts. We come together, we leave each other, but the fascia, the threads of life, are always holding us and shaping us.
I’ve prided myself in being solo dolo through life until I realized a big part of my wellbeing was burning away in isolation and solitude. I was taking care of everything but the village and the village of my own internal network was screaming for a thread of hope.
These connections that we make with others, may they be for .2 seconds or for years are a reminder of the beauty, resilience, and fragility of this life, these humans, and these vessels. I never want to forget again how natural it is to be connected and interwoven. By healing the threads between us and our surroundings, we are healing the collective body, one stimulation at a time.
Here’s to keeping the threads mf rollllin
xoxo