What I learned about the Universe by practicing my model walk
11th Apr 2011Posted in: Text 1
What I learned about the Universe by practicing my model walk

A story of desire, and of cute underwear, 5″ heels, manifesting dreams, and striding out in your own brand of sustainable lifestyle design.

Vision boards are common parlance in the visual life of my outer dreamscapes, adhered to the growing pages of my sacred black hard-bound journals, and often posted here. In the last edition of the “Book of Ali, Volume I,” it was made aptly apparent that I wanted to be a model. Specifically an eco-model/spokesperson for Patagonia (my favorite company), but then the images trended towards the runway – towards towering heels, beautiful lines and textures, and sparkles blinging bright as complexions. Not only did I want to celebrate the depths of ecology and eco-spun company philosophies, but clearly I wanted cute shoes, cute dresses and that strut of overall hotness on the 35 feet of show and tell and paparazzi flashes.

(In a small spontaneous pagan ritual late last week in front of a patio fire at auspicious coordinates of the Boulder street grid, under the waxing moon and the support of much starlight, I offered up a block of wood to the inferno with a solid intention for just that. “I’m not sure what you wrote on that one,” my pyro-conspirator noted, “but it made a HUGE flame.” I smiled, trusting that the ashes and message was carried to the intuitions keen on receiving it west-side, in the neighborhoods of haute LA and Ventura, Cali. – and beyond, to Paris and Milan.)

Not only has this image rocked my soul excitement, but the experience as well is close at hand. My fashionably savvy friend and I were picked for a local fashion show at the St. Julien Hotel early this May. To say that we are stoked is an understatement: we’re stupidly giddy about the whole thing and having a blast. This past weekend was the fitting. Contrary to my closet stocked with Patagucci top to bottom and all layers in between, I was concerned that I needed to procure “a nude thong and strapless nude bra” for this endeavor (as requested by the show staff). The Au Naturel side of me groaned as the tune of “Stuck in the Middle with You” turned up on the brainwaves, all of me just a smidge concerned about comfort, but I obliged and supported the local lingerie establishment in the process. The fitting was a flit of tulle, accessories, and racks of possibilities. I was put in a frock that came close to my alter-ego – the badass Alice in Wonderland – and I rocked it from 5″ stilettos to the top hat.

As if knowing that 5″+ heels are easier to maneuver than the lesser heights wasn’t enough to set me soaring, learning the finer points of the model walk was fascinating. The stride leads with the knees, one foot in front of the other, shoulders back, arms hang down and hands in the subtle runway mudra don’t move far from the hip, head and neck natural and upright as if supported by an imaginary wall. What happens then is a stance you can relax into as you move boldly forward: a heart-opened stride of clarity and grace, exuding nothing but confidence and inner radiance with a steady momentum.

I was all smiles, of course, and couldn’t wait to buy the shoes and hat after the show. But this morning on my hike, while putting these elements to practice for blocks at a time with my bed-head-Helena-Bohnam-Carter-hair, PJ’s and running shoes, I felt a change I’ve been wanting to embody for a long while. It started in my shoulders, those blades of glory that held on to SO much, ALL the time, and could barely let go of the imagined weight they carried 24/7/365; Those levators that tightened and tenderized my pecs – major and minor – and closed off my heart space: It all began to let go. Moving was easy, breezy, covergirl-like. I felt open – finally – opening to the future that was calling me into it.

I felt like my motto “cute is the new glam” was weighted and ready with a presence to match. Because in the co-creative universe not only are you seen, but you are the scene, creating your experience. Posture holds that element captive, at times, and limits not only our physical movement, but the full range of our emotional/spiritual movement as well. How you hold your body reflects the beliefs that hold up your life.

What are you embodying?

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