An Innocent Mouth

“TWO PEOPLE”, 2001, 4 x3′, m/m

Recently, my teacher DANIEL VILLASENOR, who embodies refinement in ways I never even dreamed of spoke of an innocent mouth.

I remember first seeing him on his website and noticing the utter softness of his mouth even in the midst of a very challenging arm balance.

Doesn’t efforting demand grunting, contorting the face, squishing the eyes closed and generally hardening all facial features?

I’m quite sure reaching for and grabbing the hatchback on my car as I effort to pull it closed in the heat benefits a good deal from swearing and tightening and grinding my teeth together.

Levity aside, this is serious business- the allowance for our Selves to feel the ‘work’ of life; of living with illness without the tendency to grip,protect,armor against what feels like the enemy.

When I see this same softness in my own face, the surprise of her infrequent appearance helps me remember that girl-woman who lives between the lines of a life lived.

Without what has become a constant ‘grip’

I lose 10 years and my beingness feels silky; ready for unaffected and genuine engagement with life as she unfolds.

No performance. No pretense.

Here is an antidote to age:

Close your eyes and give your lower jaw to gravity. Touch your tongue to the roof of your mouth. Give yourself as much space between your jaws as it wants.

When I lay down the armor purposefully like this I almost feel if I looked in a mirror I’d look stupid..unintelligent.

Thoughts like these tell me how far from a naturally innocent mouth I have moved.

And how easy to reintroduce myself.


2 Responses to “An Innocent Mouth”

  1. Jann on July 17th, 2012

    I thought this was amazing. You are amazing.
    Of course I tried it, whoa!

    xxoo Jann

  2. Jane on July 25th, 2012

    Hi Cathy,
    I’ve been away (from your blog) for awhile – busy gripping.
    I went to the doctor a couple of weeks ago and found out I had shingles and anemia. This set off another level of anger about this MS deal – not because of the diagnoses, but because we almost missed them, figuring that we already knew why I feel bad and have pain.
    What was under all the anger is the sad knowledge that I live in a sick body and have not made my peace with that fact.
    So, very little acceptance these past few weeks and a whole lot of gripping. Sometime I feel like my perpetual gripping is what brought me to MS – it was the logical consequence of a life of armoring.
    Thank you again for expressing this so beautifully – we can breathe and touch the tips of our tongues to the front of our palates in any give moment…
    With love,

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