February 18, 2008
RISE TO THE HEAVENS AND PENETRATE THE EARTH
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(Continuing from “AT THE CREST” previously…)
Time to lower hands. Whatever was intended when you raised them up, has either been accomplished — or not.
You can’t just stand there with your arms outstretched before you. Well — actually, you can. We’re told that any posture of the taiji form can be used as zhan zhuang (or “the motionless zhuang gong”, as one of my Chen books calls it). I’ve been doing it to write these posts. And if you’re practicing on your own, it might be better to pause at some point and say “Now what?” rather than just proceed to the next move solely because you know what the next move is. Placing more bricks, but skimping on the mortar.
Teacher says that, after initial Raise Hands, you lower them, pressing downward, as if pressing yourself up on an invisible tabletop. The bent legs straighten. Here’s my current spin on the process:
Arms outstretched; the hands palm-out; everything relaxed and firm; the breath exhaled.
Slight pause internally, begin inhale. The breath draws in the hands, beginning at the little fingers, and the two palms rotate towards facing-in, in the lu jing manner. The elbows sink, as the hands are inhaled towards the upper chest.
As a general rule I try to employ this method: wrists lead arms away from the body; elbows lead arms back towards the body.
What about the shoulders and hands? Well, those are subtle problems. Especially the hands. I would say, in trying to answer that question, that I wish to consider the shoulders and hands as foci of energy, rather than as objects. With the curved/angle/line of the forearm/elbow/upper arm (in other words, the flexing arm bow) shuttling in-between.
What shape indeed, is the arm? Do we have a benchmark, a standard, a persistent form, a shape of stillness in motion? For Yang taiji, the answer seems to be that the arm/qi is an unstrung bow. The mind supplies the bowstring; draws it; releases it. But these things do not behave as wood and fiber, but as water and waves.
Anyway, as my hands press down/are lowered down, qi and my legs are sunk into the earth, as a fence post is sunk into the soil, as a needle is sunk into cloth. The second metaphor is perhaps more useful, since what we’re doing resembles building and construction less than it resembles sewing, weaving.
Or maybe just call it: growing. A plant penetrates the earth as it rises towards heaven… seeking energy in both directions, while braching out to the sides as well. It does this ever so slowly, wasting nothing, building only upon what was successfully accomplished beforehand. No shortcuts, no overlooked steps. To us the plant seems not to move. But internally, its processes and its plan proceed, and change is unceasing in the micro-scale. Impatient and inattentive, a human observer notices (at best) the macro-change that has already occurred. When did the plant grow?