It is Thursday, but I don’t know what number Thursday it is since Georg died. I guess I have officially stopped counting. I could run to the wall calendar in the other room and check it out, but I am in a hurry. I need to leave for work soon and as I was getting out of the shower, it occurred to me that I had not prepared a post for today.
What does this mean? Does this mean that I have stopped pondering all things Georg and the significance of onions to my existence? Not in the least. No, it means that I am happily busy in the midst of the holiday season: wrapping packages of cookies for friends, doing my morning yoga stretches, eating a decent breakfast. It means I am centering the world in a new/old way, a way before death, but with new awareness about what death means.
I have been thinking for many days now about something that I am calling “the non-habitual.” This comes from the admonition of my yoga teacher to “clasp your hands in the non-habitual way.” Go ahead. Right now. Try this. First, clasp your hands as though you are six-years-old again and about to say your prayers. Notice which pinky finger is at the end of the clasp. (Or, which thumb is closest to you.) Now, adjust this so that the other pinky is on the outside (making the other thumb closest to you.) Now turn your hands away and upward over your head to stretch your arms high with your fingers still entwined. Try the stretch with your hands clasped both non-habitually and habitually. Do you notice a difference?
It is interesting that such a small shift in positioning could make any difference at all, but for me, it is quite noticeable. This notion of shifting to the non-habitual has many implications for life, don’t you think?
And now, to work.