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Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Power of the Pyramid


I didn't understand what was going on... the Goddess pose was simple enough, yet my body was shaking and vibrating like a car with a wheel out of balance... our local circus community has been getting more and more into multi-tier human pyramids, and this day I was fully engaged in the practice. In the next few moments we deconstructed the pyramid into its component parts, and by instructing my bases to tilt their pelvises by only a few degrees, all the shake was gone, and I was my rock-solid self again!

In the past I've strongly favored partner acroyoga practice over group pyramids, but this day, Christmas Eve in fact, I learned many many new things from my full participation in the pyramid construction gang :)

First, as a base, typically with the weight of 2 or more humans bearing atop me, it required really perfect form and bone stacking technique. I've always marvelled and taken some small joy in the fact that with acroyoga basing, pure strength can compensate for slight misalignments and imperfect technique. But as the loads increase (one person, two people, etc.), the required strength becomes excessive, and the only "solution" to these human puzzles becomes rock-solid, perfect alignment.

Additionally, when the mid-tier or fliers places their loads on the proper structural points (sacrum through to feet, shoulders through to hands), it absolutely re-inforces perfect form; its like having an awesome yoga teacher push and pull your body into the correct alignment.

Which brings me to the second realisation, which has been entering my practice more and more via acrobatics: the "active" nature of poses. Once a yogi has achieved a decent degree of flexibility and body awareness, most asanas can be held with a minimum of muscular exertion... now enter "tightness drills." Whereas previously I had achieved a "lazy headstand" with near perfect bone stacking and balance, now I was being asked to hold that rock solid while a partner pushed, pulled, and prodded my legs with significant force. This required a new practice, known to acrobats and gymnasts as "one piece."; i.e. making the body completely rigid so that any force exerted on it would move it as one might move a marble sculpture. Now, instead of simply stacking and hanging out, I am focusing on tightening every muscle in my body, from fingertips to shoulders to abdomen to thighs to toes. This is a whole nother form of asana practice; and it also is very much required in pyramid basing.

The final realisation I got was that of micro-alignment and communication. While doing a mid-level pyramid asana, I was in Goddess pose with one foot on the sacrum of each of two bases. By instructing the bases to alter their pelvis angles by only a few degrees, I was able to transform my pose from shakey wobbly to rock solid. Similarly, when Todd was performing a headstand atop my back, his instructions to widen my shoulder blades by about a centimeter made a massive improvement in his ability to achieve the inversion. These accurate anatomical communications between all levels of the pyramid allowed us to achieve some pretty spectacular structures.

Always learning, always growing.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

of Thai Metta & Flying Dogs

I've been doing a tremendous amount of work recently with my children's dogs, specifically a little Beagle Rescue puppy who was severely abused as a puppy. She is almost always submissive in the presence of other dogs, yet when cornered transforms into a fierce creature all claws and teeth. She was punished for defecating as a puppy, and so when on walks she finds the most ultimately private spot, either deep in ivy or behind a bush, to do her business. Then she comes home and might pee on the floor.

A few times recently I've realised that she is literally shivering from head to toe when she comes to me. That feeling is fear. And as I learned so long ago while doing entheogens with my older dog, Link, dog whispering can and does work. So today I took in a shivering and fearful beagle, and simply held her gently and lovingly for a long eternity, consciously focusing Metta (Thai for "loving touch") through my fingertips, just as I was taught in Thai Massage.

As I did this, I made sure to have a straight spine. And then the most amazing thing happened. Belle started slowly, cautiously, elongating her spine, gently climbing up my legs, knees, and torso until her head was even with mine. Only then did the shivering pause, and I got a big doggy lick kiss on my serene face.

In my studies of dog behaviour, I've realised it is almost 100% about the "alpha game," that is, who is the dominant and who is the submissive in any given interaction (eating, playing, walking, crossing thresholds, etc.). A key role in the alpha game is physical elevation of the eyes / head, where humans have a distinct advantage. This is one reason we keep dogs off of couches and beds. In elevating her head up to mine, Belle was cautiously asking if it was OK to say hello eye-to-eye.

Immediately my base/flyer eye contact play / trust came to mind, and I wondered with amusement, could I fly a dog? If I could fly a jiggly, squirmy child, then certainly I could fly a dog... and maybe the hyper-elevated head position would be just what the doctor ordered. Was it possible? Yoda's wisdom echoed in my head: "No try, only do."

In the next second, my hands firmly gripped Belle's humerii, and I gently placed my feet either side of her abdomen, and pushed. Boom! Beagle in Flight! She was amazingly stable and calm, presumably enjoying a vantage point of the room that few dogs have ever experienced. And... lo and behold... not a single shake! I kept her up there for a while, feeling out the possibility space, and then slowly let her down, where I got another sloppy face lick.

Who'da thunk it? We'll have to try cats next... :)

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Believe in Yourself & Radical Self Reliance

What a shock it was today, as I was deep in aerial meditation, wildly flying through the multiverses, when I felt a familiar sensation, that of my nose smashing into my face, HARD.

Opening my eyes, I saw not the face of my base, but rather the wood of the floorboards. Shivering and stunned, indeed. It took a second or two to realise what had transpired, and then I tasted the blood. And then I simply laughed. And simultaneously flashed back to that day of skydiving...

When I first got into the Contact Improv community, I found that each and every participant was considered responsible for their own weight and safety, ready to fall at any time.

In AcroYoga, there is a much more pronounced dynamic; instead of constant yin/yang ebb and flow between masculine and feminine, lead and follow, base and flyer, it is quite concrete: a base connects to the ground firmly; a flyer's only contact with the ground is via the base. The flyer can really only perform to the limit of their ability, and the limit of their trust in the base.

As a flyer, I leapt heart forward into this equation, and gave myself up to the flow and the intention of the base. I closed my eyes often flying, enabling me to imagine vast cloudscapes and constellations that I was flying through.... leading me to, my bloody nose today. :)

The point here is, while much theory may speak to who is responsible for your safety, practice points to the cold hard fact of life:

    you and only you are responsible for your actions, for your safety, and for the consequences of your own life. Be aware at all times. Even when you fly, keep at least half an eye open... even if its your third eye :)
This has been a public safety announcement.

And now, well primed and awaken, I head to San Francisco for my 5 day, 6-hour-a-day, AcroYoga Immersion.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Galactic Girl in Flight

In my tender youth, I discovered that I had a talent for illustration. One of my very first drawings (there were three)
the Vargas Girl which graced Georgia Peach, a WWII bomber depicted my idea of an angel: an ample, athletic woman in full back arch, naked, flying Jake flying Kathyrn, Sheeps Meadow, NYC through space, her hair flowing wildly in the wind. I entitled the piece Free Flight. Galactic Girl, which graces the side of White Knight Two

Max and I walked the dogs today, and engaged in a stimulating conversation about the imminent human colonization of both Mars and extra-solar space. We also had a lively debate about the flight-readiness of Virgin Galactic's SpaceShipTwo. I recalled from the unveiling (at which I was present) at NextFest 2007 that they planned for first flights in 2009. So upon our return to the house, we Google-duelled until wikipedia provided an adequate answer: First consumer flights in 2011ish.

Upon studying the "artists renderings," I noticed a small graphic on the hull of the ship, and zoomed in with curiosity. It appeared to be a classic WWII pin-up girl! I am in genuine admiration of Branson's balls. The first consumer spaceship and he puts a pinup girl on the front. As soon as I saw her, I was shocked at the resemblance to my drawing, which has been present in my mind more and more since I've been basing and flying.

A little more investigation and I found out her name is Galactic Girl, that shes modeled after the Vargas girls of the early 20th century, and a natural evolution of the Scarlet Lady which graces the hulls of Virgin Airways fleet of Boeing 747s.

I posit here that Galactic Girl is no stranger to the art of Acroyoga. :)

center photo of Jake B & Kathryn U playing acroyoga

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Flying through the eyes of Rilke

Angel!: If there were a place that we didn't know of, and there,
on some unsayable carpet, lovers displayed
what they could never bring to matery here -- the bold
exploits of their high flying hearts,
their towers of pleasure, their ladders
that have long since been standing where there was no ground,
    leaning
just on each other, trembling, -- and could master all this,
before the surrounding spectators, the innumerable soundless dead;
    Would these, then, throw down their final, forever saved up,
forever hidden, unknown to us, eternally valid
coins of happiness before the at last
genuinely smiling pair on the gratified
carpet?

Thursday, November 13, 2008

AcroFlow 2.0

Just got through my second private AcroYoga jam today, and it was as blissful as I dared to imagine.

We had all the time in the world, so we started real slow with partner stretches, and some of the stuff I had warmed up with in NY at the Om Factory. That was nice, since my practice had been getting more and more acrobatically, and simultaneously, macho oriented. Which only means, acro / circus has a tendency to jump straight into the advanced / highly physical stuff, and I've begun to really miss some of the really basic stuff which is the real foundation of the practice: like, two people coming into trusting physical contact.

What really brought this home to me was class on Sunday, where there was a 60/40 mix of complete newbies and experienced acroyogis. The experienced group was really pushing into some new ground which, with some of the heavier partners, was really beginning to strain my shoulder, so I went back and played with some of the new kids. To see, feel, and spot the instability of some of their basics (folded leaf even), really brought me back to foundations... and then to see the look on their eyes after completing... pure bliss and joy!

So H and I went through the foundation and got really relaxed and comfortable prior to a deep therapeutics session. My stated intent was to really start working on our flow... as in, really intuitive, natural transitioning through poses and full sequences, so we could get to that magic place of being.

We went through three or four sessions of intense practice, and worked verbally and bodily through some intriguing places and body spaces. One of the synchronistic highlights of the afternoon was when I had her up in throne, working through some nice one leg poses and arm movements, and she placed her hands above her head and said "wow, this feels like a halo..." literally at that precise moment the chandelier flickered and leapt to like 300% brighter than it had been. I looked up and saw all the arms of the chandelier (which she was perfectly positioned below) extending from her head, and it was a moment. :)

Since it was just me and H, my body/legs needed to recover between sessions, so we often returned to the mat and just did gentle partner mirroring work while having a natural conversation. Being able to have conversation while in physical flow was something completely new to me, and it was refreshing and fun. Normally I am so caught up in the blissful physical intensity that I am speechless.

So tonight I'm up now, after crashing early, and I received some intense dream intelligence about acro flow.. yes, finally I'm getting to the real reason for this post :)

Working through acro-flow with a partner is like a microcosmic mirror of working through a relationship with a person. The way your bodies feel, touch, balance, move, and flow together, how it feels for each of you, where the sticking points are in the pattern, how you choose to work through them together, the dance of flyer and base... these can all be seen (and in my dream, they were literal manifest) of the story of flow of the relationship... THIS MIRRORING IS THE CORE TRUTH OF THIS DREAM.

the real kicker was towards the end of the dream, where we started to add mechinical externals to the core acroyogic play. I visualized this as actual metal knobs bolted onto our hip bones for external attachment. H is an aerialist as well (trapeze, silks), so soon this will probably integrate into the practice. And the trapeze is a form of technical gear, a step away from purity but also an augmentation... and then I woke :)

Sunday, October 26, 2008

AcroFlow

Today we rocked out a serious sequence. Here goes. At the start I thought, this is *long*... by the end, I think I got it.

* Throne
* wild dance on throne
* legs wide, no hands throne
* unhook legs
* hop / throw to forward flying
* flyer grasps ankles, full bow
* flier bends forward, base arms on shoulders
* flier grabs base ankles, powers up to
* shoulderstand
* stag
* legs wide, grab bases feet and bring them to hips to
* folded leaf
* the twisty thing to turn them over into reverse leaf
* they go pike and grab their ankles
* pashi
* base releases and relaxes feet (yum), all weight on hands
* flier up to headstand
* base toes to fliers back
* flier backbends over into whale / upside down flying
* flier grabs ankles
* rock flier back, forth
* ???
* reverse shoulderstand (fliers arms behind back, grasping base ankles)
* i have no recollection of where this went next or how it ended. like i said, its *long* :)

I <3 Acro!

Thursday, July 3, 2008

We be AcroJammin NYC!

Well, Jake started the AcroNYC Google Group, which takes up on the text-messaging foundation that Mary built, and perfect timing since I just joined this community.

So now we have a NY city-wide acroyogi superhero community building / flash mob decentralized communication hub! YES!

Via this mechanism, I was able to participate in the playtime in Central Park today. It was ultra-fun, very challenging, and by the end, I was ready for both a nap and a beer.

Participants included Jake, Mary, Metta, Jules, Wendy, and me. We warmed up for about 15 minutes then paired off for some basics. But pretty soon, we were into some *crazy* moves, including a daring inverted twist into full flip!

I put Wendy through a fairly advanced sequence including the flip and a jumping inverted flying handstand start, and we practiced it three times to make sure it was recorded in our bodies. it just got better and better each time.

In this sense, AcroYoga is incredibly similar to rock-climbing; it blends elements of balance, raw strength, improvisation, and serious problem solving skills all together in a spontaneous partner-based art-form.

In all we jammed for about 5 hours straight. The high is so good, I often found myself just drawling post-sequence, especially after flying.

Jake was a genuine ambassador to the arts, and not only gave me great training, but just by watching him I learned a lot. There were admirers all the while (the meadow we were playing in prolly had about 2000 people in it), but one group in particular started doing basic gymastics about 200 feet from us. Dear Jake just called out to them and said "wanna play and learn?" and the best of them came over with his two girl friends, and Jake proceeded to base him into a pretty badass sequence... this was this kids very first time doing acro. Afterwards, coming down, with a stunned look on his face, he asked "Is there somewhere I can learn how to do this more?" A card was given. I knew the look in this kids eyes. He was hooked.

Many more hours and water, and some poi spinning, and some hooping, later, we all joyously parted ways... until tomorrow, the 4th of July Jam :)

PLEASE GOD LET ME PRACTICE ACROYOGA AS A HAPPY FULFILLING LIFESTYLE!

How to Fly


Just had the most incredible yoga / flying dream ever. It was a deep profound vision. In it, Deven and I and some of the AcroNYC crew were in central park meditating in lotus position. Strong strong strong winds whipped up. Tornado force winds. We extended our arms and our bodies became like sails. The wind lifted us up and into the air. With ever so subtle (and some not so subtle) gestures, we were able to "reap the wild wind" and navigate through the storm, using nature's power as our flying power.

It took genuine courage to do this. In fact, we time / space shifted a bit between central park and the playa, as significant dust storms kicked up with the force of the wind. I found we could both breathe and see in the dust without irritation; it simply took willpower and faith.

This dream was such a powerful vision and yet I find I have no more words for it. I awoke excited and aware and awake, my heart beating fast in a purely passionate and pleasureable way.

In 10 hours I will be in Central Park (in real life) playing Acro with my new flying friends. May all our dreams come true!