I’m a Lacanian cliché. Seeking the real. The stage of the imaginary, in infancy, when we experience a whole, undivided self, is disrupted by the acquisition of language. A new birth... into duality. This that, you me, us them. Lightness, weight. The symbolic pulls us towards the earth.
I have memories of floating, upside down, no gravity. Weightless.
My inversion practice is a kind of retraining. Back towards a buoyancy. I handstand my way to Sangha.
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