I needed to be 54 years old to get hit by this simple assessment : whatever we think or however we evolve, we constantly have to deal with our own body: its desires, its needs, its limitations, its changes, its… priorities…
The metaphor I have is the “constant conversation” we have to do, between our own mind, and the tool we use : the body.
We’re hungry, or tired, or cold, or we get sick, we hav some “aches”. The body says nothing, but as it’s our vehicle, it is very powerful! The brain wants, but the body does. Or does NOT.
Or the contrary: Does the head want to sleep and get some rest, or the body?
In the time of Internet, we are used to read and talk and think, we do things without the body, apart from moving the mouse and typing on a keyboard.
And a little “bio-break” at times, to eat/pee/sleep.
When I watch my own hand on the table, it can be a little shock. It’s like “something” next to me, it’s mine, it’s… me. And it can be scary : it gets old and change, it can… stop.
Humans found strategies to feel their bodies : sports is one of them.
Etc : One could play with this conversation for a long time. But this lead, to me, to the concept of GESTURE.
Gestures of the hand, with a phone, a cigarette or spectacles. Feet, ways of walking, gestures of babies, of theater, of orchestra directors, dancing, writing, art making. Military gestures, lovers gestures, vintage gestures. To try, to hate, to mock, to be proud, or elegant.
Each subject is an article. This could be an entire blog… “Gestures”, les gestes, in French…
Sometimes, memories are gestures memories, right?
Thanks for reading!
Photo : _bodylanguage_