Posture can start to feel like serious business. “I used to know how to stand,” is the sore lament of many a fellow, “…before I started getting Rolfed.”
Such a statement seems to express regress instead of the progress one might expect. Naturally we take this to be a bad thing. But I’m not so sure it is. Perhaps a condition to be psycho-somatical confoundedness is a healthy experience, from time to time. Socrates revealed himself to be the wisest man in Athens when he ackowledged how little he knew.
It appears that confusion can be a perfect boon or a perfect bane to our progress. The benefit of confusion depends, methinks, on the manner that we approach it withal. Provided we sustain a playful mindset around the overwhelming uncertainty, it can become a learning experience. If we approach alignment as a matter of life or death, conversely, that must be fully apprehended on an intellectual level, the body responds as if we were attempting to slay the Nemean Lion. The flood of stress hormones that pours through our veins before this Herculean task is tantamount to watering the seeds of somatic learning with salt & vinegar. Bare-handed grappling with great cats is serious business; a degree of gravitas is therefore fitting (exception made for my reader who happens to belong to the pantheon of Aegean heros & demi-gods). In secure environments, however, seriousness is usually counterproductive; play is the most effective learning tool that evolution has invented.
