Suspended spine; the space that connects sky to earth, head to feet. The slink that ensures our electric bodies can function, move, and experience life to the fullest.
To suspend can mean placing on pause. Neither here nor there, yet somewhere. A state of inaction. Waiting for the past to melt, or for the future to transpire.
Suspended; held. This soft, mobile structure is hugged and held, as it hugs and holds. Each vertebra held, spaces between. A 360 degree movement of holding, held and embrace.
Our lives feel on pause at present. We’re anticipating what will unfurl. So much change, with so little resistance. Year of letting go.
The highway of the spine is the gifter and giftee of a plethora of information. The heartbeat of the nervous system. To move the vertebrae, rinse through, floss with motion and rhythm, reveals the authentic state of our emotional, physical and mental state.
This month we’ve softened into our animal body, poured into ground, unravelled with the blossom of spring.
Like the rebirth of savasana to the foetal position. It’s not where you’ve been, or what you’ve done that matters, so much as the attitude you adopt from here on.
We aren’t huge fans of suspension or pause. We like to move, and put life in motion. But sometimes it’s necessary to settle down, to feel what there is, not running, not hiding. There can be value in curling up and retrieving from the noise of the world.
From the information overload. The crave of intensity.
Teeny seedlings have enough strength to push through layers of earth and blossom to touch the sky.
Suspended spine, curled spine, soft spine, letting go spine.
It’s all for the taking.
Soften, still.
For every thing lies in the highway of the spine.
(And, yes, this is the bs version…or something similar).
