Austin — What is it I’m looking for when I start a sing 15 session? I’m looking for a way in that day. And where is in? This gets harder to describe.
In is like underwater swimming. All sensation. It’s the stillness in athletic flow. It’s surfing, surging, dropping into silence.
In is out of time. It’s body as bellows. Buzzing. Pre-logic. It’s allowing.
The crazy paradox is that we are never not in, except for thoughts that say different.
For me, the way in is different every day. Today it comes by getting rhythmically persistent, slapping my thigh in an up-tempo beat.
At one point, it’s like I rise from the runway and I’m catching thermals, love aloft, swimming through air.