Five days north of Whistler, Sea to Sky Highway, Wedge Mountain Lodge in view British Columbia, Canada ten clinicians, one Englishman, several nervous systems with luggage tags. Coffee at six. Breakfast seven to nine. Door code? Check the App At Wedge Mountain Lodge, misty rain silvered stone; then sunlight crossed the valley and illuminated bone. Above turquoise Wedgemount Lake, in Garibaldi’s alpine blue, Wedgemount and Armchair Glaciers showed what patient movement can do. We slowed attention to glacial speed not suppression or retreat: shock, armoring, bracing, affect, made visible beneath our feet. A fraction of a second widened. An old reaction lost its throne. The body stopped being evidence that danger followed us home. From Melbourne and Austin, Alaska, New Hampshire represented there; Ontario and Orcas Island, & even Bellevue had a chair. Martin came from London with Attunement through the rain, Interweaves and Alexander and jet lag with a British name. F. M. Alexander questioned what habit labels true: faulty sensory appreciation can make the strange feel overdue. Use is woven into functioning. End-gaining misses choice. Inhibition isn’t freezing it gives another action voice. Direction isn’t forcing. Attunement isn’t control. An Interweave can meet the bracing without wrestling the whole. “She came forward at the hips against the habits of a lifetime.” “A journey from knowledge to understanding to practical command” not command imposed upon us, but more choice in how we stand. Let's install a new drop down menu “Any solution to a physical plane problem must include movement.” “Are you having fun? And if you’re not, stop doing it. And who are the people around you? because the people around you are having an influence on you all the time. Choose the right company.” “How dare you deprive somebody of taking proper responsibility for themselves?” The steam room softened bracing; the dry sauna warmed the plot. The heated pool kept movement flowing; the cold plunge screamed, “Perhaps not!” To the theater room to tell the stories. A think tank on soft blue chairs. The game room helped us walking, less interference, more grace. The hot tub ran consultation under constellated space. The telescope moved smoothly through the velvet turning sky, finding the Andromeda Galaxy and Orion’s Belt nearby. During the quiet came a collosal crash. Every colliculus said, “Yikes!” The SC scanned the kitchen For our personalized frights. No bear, no mountain lion, No ancestral poltergeist. Breaking news from the deep brain: the ice maker is making ice. When prediction meets the present and the present doesn’t bite, an old alarm can change its map one frozen cube falling out of sight. Everything is as it is, unless or until it’s not. The nervous system predicts the world and sometimes overcooks the plot. Attunement in the silence, Interweaves inside the knot; everything is as it is, unless or until it’s not. “I’m afraid I’m not doing this right.” You’re here. You’re sensing. That fear may not be right. Michael Brown’s The Presence Process brought attention into now: not fixing every feeling, but staying close to where and how. Then Jung supplied the wisdom well “No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell.” While Martin taught Interweaves One… Two… Three… Two flies were mating on the dining table openly. No supervision, no paperwork, no fee nature demonstrating embodied reciprocity. “I’m angry.” “But the gas lighting doctors told me so.” Fuck the ones who said that!! Trust your body, it has your back! “Walking on hot coals is on Friday!” Before or after breakfast? After coffee. We are not savages. The superior colliculus notices sound and shift; arousal gathers information before the cortex makes its list. Defense may tighten muscle. Shock may interrupt flow. Affect can rise behind the armor before the cortex knows. Yet ice can shape a mountain without hurrying the hill. Slow is not the same as frozen. Quiet is not always still. May we all be enlightened but not blinded by the glow. May we notice what is changing before insisting that we know. May our roots survive the darkness. May our choices reach the sun. May practical command mean freedom not that somebody else has won. Coffee at six. Breakfast seven to nine. Hot coals Friday. Two flies remain unlicensed. The door code is Relax. It’s only the ice maker making ice.
