It's from the Valencia workshop last weekend ( see previous two posts for more pics). If there is one image that sums up Ramaswami's presentation of Krishnamacharya's Vinyasa Krama asana for me, it's this movement from tadasana, one that echoes through so many of the other sequences. Seeing, out of the corner of my eye, the room follow my movements, Ramaswami's movements, Krishnamacharya's....
...and I'm probably saying "stretch, stretch, stretch", smiling inside as I hear Ramaswami's voice in my head.
Did he hear Krishnamacharya in his each time he repeated it to us?
In Leon it was the headstands, looking around the room and seeing Ramaswami's movements in sirsasana, feeling that I was sharing this, passing it along if only a small part of all he shared with us. It makes me want to share more, to be able to do his teaching more justice.
Teach only what you know..... so far so good, don't stray from that path... that way be dragons
I can't think of it as teaching, sharing then, sharing my own practice of what Ramaswami taught to us, just that - does he, my teacher, think of it the same way I wonder.
And besides, it's the practice that teaches, the practice of the practice.
And my talk on Krishnamacharya, it's just my reading, what do we know really.... I wonder how much his sons and daughters really knew of that enigmatic man, their father.
Go to the texts, the primary sources, what did he actually write, what did he want to share but even there we have to speculate on the context, what can we ever really know.... and if we should only teach what we know... Share then, a reading, one interpretation, one among many.
Stretch, stretch, stretch, readings are like this also.
And yet it's exhausting, draining, distracting from my own practice ( that this is a practice, THE practice is still seeping in) and I keep telling myself that come May when I follow M. back home to Japan, I'll retire, go back to exploring my own practice, turn it all off the blog, fb....
Who am I kidding, a corner has been turned and I've shared a little, just a little, smilingly (on the inside) repeated stretch stretch stretch and the room has done just that, something, a little something, has been passed along.
That's the job.