|a nomad in search of...|
February 22, 2003 Saturday
One of the highlights of the weekend for me is doing the Brian Kest yoga tapes as a foundation for my day. Today I did Power Yoga 3, the toughest of the 3 tapes in the series. I used to struggle with the advanced pose and stretches but with practice, I've come to finish the entire session without having to pause the tape or stop to catch my breath.
Just like my weekday yoga with Kiran, I come out of the session renewed, balanced and calm. Come to think of it, in the same way I'm a junkie in search of a rush (through my weekday gym workouts) I'm also a junkie in search of my calm, which I get through yoga. An added perk to doing this on my own is I get to do the Corpse Pose (lying down on the back and dissolving into the extended pose) for as long as I need to, ensuring I get a full doze of internalizing. It usually takes me 40 minutes to come out of this pose, losing myself into a light sleep.
With my self-generated High through workouts and yoga, who needs drugs?
All That Jazz - The Movie
After seeing Chicago, a Bob Fosse movie, and seeing how much Emily liked it, I told her I'd make her a copy of another Bob Fosse movie, All That Jazz. It's a 1979 classic that I thought was worth seeing again anyway, for myself.
I'm glad I did. I enjoyed it the first time then, but seeing it again, this time having gone through the gauntlet of life, I related to the film at many levels. It's like rediscovering a good friend when both of you have grown wiser over the years.
The choreography is a stunning visual spectacle - a masterpiece only a Bob Fosse with his artistic wizardry can magically create. 24 years after its creation, it remains timeless.
Although simply a footnote in the movie, I empathized with the character's say-it-like-it-is and touch-and-go but nonetheless loving relationship with his 12-year old daughter (who lives with her mother) while he struggles with his own headspace and tempestously whirlwind showbiz life. Although less-than-ideal by conventional white-picket-fences standards, it worked. And that's what counts.
On a different angle, the movie is also about mortality...and the 5 phases of dealing with it, which the movie very eloquently underscored - anger (Fuck it! Why me?), denial (No, there must be a mistake...it can't be me), bargaining (I'll cut down on cigarettes!), depression (I'm dying...sob) and acceptance (I'm sorry for all the wrongs I've done...forgive).
Lastly, it's about commanding the inevitability of death on your own terms. Dying doesn't mean you now become a pathetic victim of life. Dying while savoring the last drop of Champagne is the only way to go. Live hard, Die hard.