The assignment was to write on the topic of the art of relaxation and to make it witty. What does that mean anyway, “the art of …”? My favorite Google result for that question was “The Art of Manliness.” You should check it out. So “the art of” seemed to mean a certain something extra, with panache, style, or soul. The difference between a technically perfect ice skating routine and one that takes your breath away.
How did that relate to relaxation? The top hits to “the art of relaxation” mentioned hammocks, ocean breezes, and Mexican beaches. Sigh. I am a sucker for ocean breezes. But what of the other 51 weeks of the year? How can I learn to live in the art of relaxation—ocean breeze or no?
Relaxed alertness (as described by Ron Meyer, Hiroshi Ikeda, and Mark Reeder in their book, Center: The Power of Aikido) has become my teacher. Take that blow—that long line at the grocery store, that snarky comment, that unexpected car repair bill. Do not try to resist. Let it pass through you while remaining centered in your goodness and what really matters. Let that adverse energy pass through to the ground where it can rebound to join your own strength—giving patience in that long line, a good-natured and humorous response, insight into how this month’s finances might be adapted to stay within budget. Hard to remember, but I am finding that it is worth giving a try.
The Art of Relaxation
My shoulder is tense,
lifelong shield against
disappointment
and disapproval.
I say, Relax!
She ignores me.
We fight a lot
like that.
So I try a new angle.
Shoulder, I start,
you are so
Middle Ages.
Shields are passé.
Relaxed alertness
is where it’s at.
That got her attention,
she hates to be
out of date.
Relax your muscles,
receive the blow,
don’t ward it off.
Let it pass
through your center
to the ground,
rebounding and fusing
with your own strength
to answer back.
Are you brave enough
to test it out?
She considers
and tentatively,
tentatively,
lowers her guard.
A new way to lead.
Sophia Brothers Peterman
