Sharing the Healing Quest Video: Feldenkrais Achieves What Medicine Could Not

I remember the first time I saw this inspirational video. I have seen it many times since then and I am still in awe of this wonderful example of the human capacity to thrive!

This video provides you with a glimpse of an incredible story about a baby born 20 years ago without a third of her cerebellum. She was given a grim prognosis by medical doctors and told that she would never live a 'normal life', could never walk or talk. Now the young woman attends college and moves, lives, loves and laughs like the rest of us.

She and her family attribute her amazing recovery to Anat Baniel and her somatic work that is based on Feldenkrais Method®.

Ready to Fly

by Tanja Jarrett

I found you today forgotten for so long,

Why didn’t I see you there, waiting for me to see?

Why didn’t I stop to think?

What part of me is missing, what is making me incomplete?

The Circles, patterns, obstacles,

The inability to fly,

There you are the girl I left behind.

I couldn’t move forward,

I wouldn’t move backward,

So I sang, sang until my throat closed shut.

So I ran, ran until my ankles gave out.

Then I loved, loved until my heart was torn in two.

Then I sang again, Oh those bitter-sweet blues.

The Circles, patterns, obstacles,

The inability to fly,

There you are the girl I left behind.

So here I am singing, in the mirror one night.

I catch you with my Other Eye,

This girl that I have left behind.

We laugh,

We sing,

We say sorry,

We finally breath,

And we cry, And then we ask one another

So – Are you ready to fly?

The girl that ran ahead,

The one who stayed behind,

Together again and Ready to Fly.

Crying These Tears

by Archie Underwood

Crying these tears, deeper than a river,
Beyond the grave, the statue or the giver,
Leagues below any undercurrent present,
The deepest flows, deeply resonant.

Asking for the sun, I see only stars,
Looking for the light and seeing only mars,
Pretending the world was cast in my image,
Unfolding the stars as God’s own appendage.

The truth seeker’s seeking while truth’s always there,
Omnipresent, intelligent and aware.

The rebirth happens to us all at once,
The rebirth is given like God’s paper shunt,
A temporary fixture, an eternal moment in time,
When the heaven and earth become one sublime.

Breath of life the puja flame,
Integrated and illuminated with no blame,
It’s like this tape’s rewinding and starting again,
Recording over mistakes and into the grain.

As I follow the thread of this sweet melody,
I recall all the elements I’ve been and will be,
This repetition a rewriting of history,
Rebirthing a world soul, unchained but not free.

Free within the bounds of this dimension,
Free but bound by intention.

The soft surface, rough edges and sharp points,
Are all here as reminders to fall apart – not disjoint,
Because there is a way to fall into this,
A way to stay conscious.

So I search for the nooks, the crannies and cracks,
Find the empty space and just follow that,
Searching for my place the blind lead the blind,
What I’ve found is sensation and it transcends time.

What else is there left to search for?
With all options are exhausted it’s the only door,
When death welcomes me with the razors edge,
I don’t run away, turning the razor to hedge,
Protect myself from this sharp raw truth,
This protection impermanent as is youth.

As age descends like a hawk to prey,
This rattlesnake youth is carried away.
By venomous fangs or beak and talon,
This fights over before it’s begun.

Struggle he may, struggle he might,
Youth concedes to that glorious white light.
In death there is no choice,
A sweet melody sung without voice.

-Archie Underwood 10/05

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To read more of Archie's poetry visit: www.archieunderwood.com