Floating POA (Morning)

This morning I was inspired to explore the tool of floating. While standing in a coffee shop I  gazed about, taking in random images, until I settled on a woman's steaming breakfast. The fine mist rose into the air effortlessly, it moved without hinderance in any direction it pleased. For a few moments I watched the beauty of the movement and then adopted my interpretation of the sensation of that quality: floating.

I pondered the question, "Does floating necessarily have to be flowing?" My answer, "Why put a boundary on anything?"

In my practice I allowed the floating tool to move throughout my body, experimenting with different centers to awaken my still groggy limbs. It was interesting to note the difference of feeling when floating emanated from the eyes vs the toes. The same general spirit of the tool existed (unhindered movement in any direction) but when in the eyes it seemed to effect the thoughts more directly, and when in the toes it was more directly tied to the will. Not to say that the will wasn't effected when the tool was in the eyes (or vice versa), simply that the strength of the tool--it's dominance--was more influential when deposited close to the thinking center or willing center.

Walking out of the coffee shop, I addressed my initial conception that floating as an expanded movement by taking on a more contracted form. This did not diminish the effects of floating, rather it seemed to direct the power of the tool vertically rather than in a general sphere. This made me feel thin and tall; it also altered my gate.

The vocal quality of floating was unique, too. Not singsongy per-say... more free to move in any direction on the scale of the voice. Thoughts and feelings seemed weightless; direct or curving depending on the demands of the moment, but always easy, unhindered.

I liked how the floating made me feel emotionally--light, at ease, happy--but this afternoon I fully intend on exploring how floating could exist within a less peaceful feeling. For instance, the moment of complete rage where everything slows down, becomes clear. Or the feeling of extreme envy, when time seems to stop and all you have are your brooding thoughts of "how unfair" and "it should be mine" and "why not me?"