In Movement, Stillness; In Stillness, Stillness
From the Peace Pagoda, Pokhara, Nepal. I don't have the wherewithal nor the desire to rain on other people's parades. But I question what goes on in the subjectivity of other people. I know that from my limited, tiny purview, at moments unbidden, a silence descends. I call it Presencing, purloining Heidegger and Jeanne de Salzmann unabashedly. It Presences when I'm walking in the middle of a busy street, sitting around a table with friends, and sometimes when I do expect it; during meditation or taijiquan or any number of movement practices. It's not true, then, that it always arrives "unbidden", but often, that's the case. It's not some "feeling" or some kind of "oceanic sensation" of absorption into the Cosmos. It's much, much more than that; it's so very ordinary. I don't particularly feel this has anything to do with "me"; I return to this point over and over again. The "me" or the ...