Chasing Shadows (and other things Saving me today)
I am thinking today of that yoga class several years ago. One of the first (and actually the last) I ever went to, if I’m being honest. We laid complete flat on our backs in the near darkness, and I began to let my body take the lead. Where did my neck need support? Pull a pillow there. Why was my jaw tight? Let that go slack. How did my legs fall? Bent at the knees and open at the hips. Where do my arms want to go? Farther out. Wider still. Open.
My body wanted to be BIG. Taking up all the space my limbs would reach. Breathing all the air my lungs would hold. Soaking all the wellness deep into my soul.
I’m thinking today of shadows. I changed my Facebook profile to a shadow portrait this week, though I wasn’t thinking of it as that at the time. In my wanderings of gardens and sculpture and nature, it’s the shadows that stand out. The thing behind the thing. The often missed thing.
Reviewing images I find the same was true in a museum trip in January. Then again just this morning. Slats of a bedroom blind falling across the dresser drawers.
Why do the shadows call me? Only this I know. Shadows cannot live in darkness. Only light. Chasing the shadow is a seeking of the light. Because sometimes the light itself is too bright. Too intense. Too bold. Too sudden. Too hot. But the shadow — the shadow promises the light is there — and that it’s showing up big.
(Thanks for the writing prompt and the question, Kelli Owens. See her original post HERE.)