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March
5, 2006
finding chakras
Gretchen and I talked about chakras the other
night on the phone. Susan told her about chakras at Goddard, and
we're both just learning and opening up to them after being skeptics.
It feels like being born.
I concentrated on each chakra, one by one, as she
moved me down my body. One by one, her voice threaded through my
mind. How much better is that than reading about it in a book?
I'd ask her, "Okay,
where's the next one," and she'd answer through the phone, through
my head, into my body and out into the world. Through Susan, through
Gretchen and through me.
I don't know the official names, and someone pointed
out that we did it backwards. That you're supposed to start
from the bottom, but screw convention. We went from head to anus,
or perineum, or whatever you want to call it.
My head chakra felt
like it was soothing me, like I was a child, and the hand of a
loving adult was cupping my head gently. I didn't feel much at my
third eye, but I felt more at my throat. My heart chakra
felt open and burning like a sun. Flowing, happy. My stomach
chakra felt warm and glowing. And then my bowl. My favorite. The
bowl of my womb. I love the image of the bowl staying upright,
no matter how my body is positioned, like one of those dashboard
compasses, but warm, and overflowing with puffy lava you blow
away with your breath.
I understand
the bowl is the source of a woman's power, and that I can also
imagine it as a lotus blossom. If that's the power place for women,
where is it for men? Finding my bowl was fantastic. That beautiful
glowing in my womb!
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