Saturday, December 4, 2010
There is beauty in the cold /in the white fresh and clean /The nature like a bride in wedding dress /shyly hiding pulsating blood. Gunilla Ciasson
Reading these words on a cold winter morning, I wished we had snow outside today. But we do not, just cold. Though I would love to gaze at the familiar yet different forms evoked by snow, I accept what is and read more.
On the Full Moon Path blog I find this definition of interference “the disturbing effect of new learning on the performance of previously learned behavior with which it is inconsistent.” Lately I think of interference from an Alexander Technique perspective, how we habitually get in the way of a good use of the self from habits learned long ago. Through the Alexander practice of inhibition I can sometimes see and let go of my habitual interference in my use. According to this definition, does inhibition foster interference of a positive nature? Now I knew I needed coffee.
While making coffee I begin to put away the clean dishes. I played with inhibiting my actions to pick up items or to move to the cabinets. No need to hurry, I can enjoy mindfully putting away the dishes and learn a bit about how I use myself. When this is done, I think of bringing order to the piles on my bureau while also practicing inhibition, and to find a small box for cd's to ship. Then I pause, realizing I am now interfering with my own desires. A precious morning when I am not heading off to work and have time to play guitar while I am rested and calm.
Where to begin was the question that formed as I sat on my stool? Recalling the words from the poem I yearned for something fresh and pure - White. Last night at the end of my practice, I began an improvisation that caught my attention. If I had not had a celebration to attend last night I would have followed the idea that came to me. I began with this germ of an idea and watched it take form. A beginning was there, and sensing that I was in a good place, I inhibited myself. Using the Alexander Technique directions assisted me in maintaining a sense of my use and my energy to flow. Another section tinkled out from the universe and then I recorded what I had so far.
Again I inhibited myself from plunging forward and used the AT directions to foster my movements and flow. Playing through what I had so far a mistake appeared on the final note. Calling on Brian Eno's sage advice to "Honor thy mistake as a hidden intention," I asked myself how to incorporate this new aspect. "What would 'White' sound like," I thought? I noticed a picture of my parents and sister on the shelf and lit a candle in front of them.
Returning to the guitar, I inverted the final chord, with it's "wrong note" and began a new section. Smiling as this section also flowed, I hit record again. Noticing that I would need to leave soon I notated the chords and completed my practice. Many hours later my bureau is still messy and I did not look for the box. But music is waiting and I will work to make myself available. How are you interfering with the music in your life?