Resources at my feet

Hubby practised the other day with the door open. His choice, but he clearly felt self-conscious knowing I was around. I could hear him humming his ‘baby elephant’ song to himself with each transition in his standing sequence. I asked him about it afterwards. “I just felt so clunky and unco-ordinated”, he told me.

I know those days. The days when I could swear I’ve never practised any of these transitions before, I throw myself off balance over and over again — when security, finding both physical and emotional stability, is a big deal for me in practice at the moment.

I’m just through my second Rolfing session, all about lower legs and feet, aimed at creating a more stable contact with the ground. Right up my street then! My Rolfer commented favourably on my groundedness and was very excited when I talked about my yoga teacher helping me find more space at the front of the ankles in Downwards Dog (I get absurdly proud anytime anyone sees good in me from his efforts 🙂 ). But the Rolfer also observed that I don’t connect my toes very strongly to the ground referring to my ‘refined walk’ — such a funny expression 🙂 — suggesting that I take a short stride, don’t step it out, am hesitant and not using all my physical resources. Ha ha! She reads a lot in me!

So the suggestion was that now I need to focus more on lift and energy upwards. I even have some homework to help me explore here. It might all sound a bit esoteric and flimsy to me if I hadn’t been tiptoeing (ha ha!) to this conclusion myself through observing my asana practice. I’ve lately started to realise what a resource my toes are, especially the big toe — if I explore here, I find more stability and strength in so many postures. I’m learning that pushing down strongly creates all sorts of magical uplift. More yoga opposites to figure out.

So lots to reflect on after this Rolfing session and I have some rather painful reminders of the lessons I should be learning. Several days later my legs are bruised and my ankle and knee joints hurt from the manipulation. This session was Painful — yes, with a capital P! My Rolfer says for her it’s the most painful session of the ten, but she might just be humoring me to ensure I show up again for another 7 times!

And my homework — of course it’s all about joyful leaping, using the toes as a springboard to take off from. On our evening stroll this evening I pranced my way across the field, surrounded by meadow flowers and birdsong. “There’s someone coming” Hubby hissed, as he spotted a dog walker approaching. “So what?” I was doing important work, practising jumping for joy!

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    1. But the big toes themselves can really provide that SPRING! The Latin name – hallucis – I believe means just that : ) Another idea: have you ever tried TOE SEPARATORS? They are amazing. “Joy-a-toes” is the brand I use. I have graduated to the bigger size this year! : )

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