In the morning, first it is the back which protests, then the hip as my feet hit the floor and finally the crick in the neck , and the day becomes set for battle against the things of the sunlight, the externally imposed shoulds of the real world, the lowering of rigid schedules upon my heart, which coils within in response to the body’s bracing against the light.
Spirals, ancient symbols revered worldwide by early peoples, from Celt to Canaanite, native North Americans to Maiori, found in petroglyphs, drawings and ornamentation, have come to figure strongly in my own search. They can run counterclockwise and clockwise, but each embodies each direction. Moving from a tightly coiled, but infinite center, it moves inevitably toward a releasing, a flowing which expands without cease. The coiled center possesses power ready to be unleashed, a spark, a flame, a birth. It is believed the counterclockwise spiral represents rising, ascending, as the sun, while the clockwise spiral denotes descending and opening, widening into infinity.
As my body and heart react to external forces during the day, I come to realize the movement is counterclockwise, a soldier armed for the battles without, ready to fight the imposition of elements beyond my control. Uncoiling, to change the flow to a descending clockwise direction, I feel my spine straighten until energy flows, opening my heart to release the twist within, to soften, expand.
I descend as the sun, the added nuance of my reality, a relief from the blazing light of noon, becoming a world of mystery and wonder where all is possible and dreams dance before my delighted eyes as I explore the universe of infinities.