Ketut is usually soft spoken at home. But suddenly while
we were all in the kitchen busy making pumpkin and coconut steamed sweet cakes
together, he yelled out "this is it!" I turned around from cutting
chunks of pumpkin on the countertop to where he was sitting cross legged on the
floor, grating the coconut. He continued grating it, with a big smile, emphasizing
his elbow sturdily and steadily supported by his thigh as the coconut moved
effortlessly on the grater.. I laughed
so loud at the discovery! "But of course! How could I have forgotten?! I just
wrote a blog about not forcing (pushing) not rushing and when you start to
worry to change direction, but THIS is the secret; that we can never do it
alone!".
The
week before, I had suddenly found myself "shaving" very thin pieces
of the leaves for the flower offering, after 3 years of trying and improving. Previously,
Ketut had seen my daily attempts and offered to help, even though it is womens'
work. He does everything perfect and beautifully, understanding the components
of what allows something to be done properly and in the flow of life, with
minimal effort and right action. And even
though he had never tried cutting the leaves before, within a few minutes, they
were thin and long and perfect. He happily cut them for me for the next two
weeks, as I sat there, staring at his hands trying to figure out what he was
doing that made it perfect. I think just watching so intently for two weeks
during the ten minutes he worked, made some kind of impression within me. When I tried again after two weeks, there was
already a big improvement without me even having practiced. But it still wasn't
relaxed and in the flow. I accepted my level, continued to make efforts and hold
the vision of how I wanted them to turn out. And then the following day the
thin strips were flowing onto the tray from my knife and hands. I tried not to
break the magic, but continue and observe what was making it possible now that I
was not doing before. I noticed my body was like one unit, nice and snug and
being supported from below.
When ketut came to
see if I needed him to cut the leaves again for me, i told him that I NOW know
how to cut the very thin pieces….that the secret is that my hands are stable
and resting on my body, supported by me sitting on the ground. That until now
my hands were either in the air and unstable, or contracted and making staccato
efforts to try and get the results I was looking for. But when I lifted up the knife
to begin to shave, my hands and arms took a new position, on their own, and I suddenly
"found" myself shaving the perfectly thin slices that I have been
striving for, for so long. They look like the easter egg filler grass.
I had shared with ketut that the secret is to have my arms
close to my body and stable and then my hands can be supple and flexible to
flow with the knife and leaves. I told him that this was also how I had taught
pottery to my students. That the whole Idea is to feel the support from
something greater than myself, and then I don't have to hold on so tight. I can
"lean back", stay centered and enjoy the ride. Whenever my students
tried to center the clay or pull up a cylinder or open a bowl on the wheel with
their arms in the air, and wondered why they weren't succeeding, I would repeat
again and again "support, elbows on thighs, arms close to your body, feet
on the ground, and from there you receive the energy, stability and freedom
needed to reach where you want to go to." And now he had suddenly realized
too, while grating the little triangle coconut pieces for our sweets, that
indeed the secret has one more element to it that he was doing naturally: support from something beyond our own
will. Suddenly he had noticed it and
understood the most important ingredient in life' connecting to something
greater than ourself. As he observed his position and sensed his body he said
he realized that it was just like with the shaving of the thin strips of leaves
and what we had spoken about last week. 'The
Balinese always work like that".
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