Getting out of bed in the morning has suddenly become a lot more difficult. Nine o’clock has been and gone and I’m still prone. Many years ago, as a trainee social worker studying counseling, I was introduced to bioenergetics or ‘body psychotherapy’ and lying here on this new mattress reminds me of the hours I spent back then laid in the ‘grounding position’, arms by my sides, feet lightly crossed.
I’m listening to an album by the improvised music trio Iskra 1903. It doesn’t exactly induce a state of mindfulness, it’s too frenetic a lot of the time for that. It does, however, take me to a safe, playful, sometimes serene place. Derek Bailey, one of the original members of the group described improvised music (I paraphrase, I think) as ‘music without memory’ and I’m sure this has a lot to do with the effect I describe. There is no ‘epic narrative’. By and large, the musicians are focussed on the present moment and the immediate future. The overall shape of the music, it seems, is simply determined by what happens.
Be that as it may, I find I’m beginning to feel less serene and more thirsty and hungry. It’s probably time to get up.