It’s May, the lusty month of May as sung in Camelot, and yet, this morning all is quiet and still. It’s light and still early so I stay in bed luxuriating in the rising of a day that feels calm to me, open, unknown, as again I stir the inner wrappings of sheltering-in-place.
I feel expansive as though I can fully claim this space and the movement of breath, of air, as it moves in and out, but it’s not claiming as much as noticing. What is this movement of breath in and out? I extend, and I’m three dimensional- four – more.
As I’m with breath, simply breath, my diaphragm releases, and I revel in the gurgling that flows like a river, a symphony of my own.
The diaphragm is the bridge between the conscious and the unconscious. We might think we have a tight hold on what we know but when we release into the unconscious, there is so much more. Today I feel into the formation of what guides us, this immersion in water, ground to clouds, this change of form.
A few years ago, a friend and her husband decided to memorize a poem a day. They began with “The Owl and the Pussycat” by Edward Lear. Then yesterday a friend said she is memorizing a poem each day on her hike. She, too, started with “The Owl and the Pussycat”. She emailed me:
“My favorite line to say is Dear Pig are you willing to sell for one shilling your ring said the piggy I will……say it, Cathy, it just makes you feel so monumentally silly and happy.”
Say it. It does, but it has me wondering what it is about this poem that is considered to be nonsensical. Why an owl and a pussycat? What’s the symbolism, and is there symbolism, or is it just a way to jiggle the mouth and body/mind all around?