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I was so excited! My fella was home at last! I was madly in love and thought he was the most handsome man on the planet and he could do no wrong. We were at Manchester airport and we needed to get back to Hull. Basically West across the UK till you can’t go any further. We got in the car and I threw him my map (it was before the days of sat navs).
“Navigate us home will you?”
Despite being in a “caring profession” for the latter part of my working life, in certain ways I have a very analytical brain. It’s probably towards the “masculine” end of the spectrum, and especially where map reading lies. I had navigated for a few road rallies, so I knew how to plot routes and read maps, and I presumed it was common to most human beings, and especially to the male of the species. Consequently I had no doubts the love of my life would get us home via the shortest route. However, this was not to be the case! I discovered he wasn’t perfect and we had our first relationship challenge! I won’t call it an argument, because it wasn’t, in the classical sense.
A few moments passed and I was given my first instructions as to where to go. I was driving, he was the navigator. All was good. I could just point the car in the directions he gave me. So I did.
When we were driving through leafy suburbs, of goodness knows where, I finally said I thought we were going the wrong way. I pulled over. He didn’t know where we were on the map. That was a bit of an alarm bell. I suggested we ask someone, but that didn’t go down well. I regained my confidence when he seemed to know where we were on the map after all. We set off again.
When we were in the middle of a very seedy part of Manchester, next to a row of shops, I again decided to bring up the possibility that we were lost. (Just to clarify, Hull has lots of seedy areas too). We stopped again. This time I decided to check out where we were on the map, but I needed to know where he thought we were. Rough ball park figure? It wasn’t long before I said “You don’t know how to read maps, do you?” and, yes, you guessed, the reply was “No.”
We got home, but the 2-3 hour journey ended up being 5 and we knew an awful lot more about each other at the end of it! I didn’t take that opportunity to teach him how to read maps, and he never asked. We did eventually decide to take life’s journey separately. However, I know he has managed to drive across the continent without maps and I imagine he had some awesome detours.
Some people say that it’s possible to learn the Alexander Technique without books, as F.M. Alexander managed it that way. Others say it’s possible to read books and learn how to do it. Even others are now learning the Alexander Technique via video’s and online tutorials. Traditionally it was done with a teacher, present in the room, and mostly on a 1:1 basis, but also via groups. I imagine, no matter how, there will be some dead ends, detours, and possibly confusion. It is in the experience of doing it that one learns most. My take is that the intellectual/cognitive process often comes after the experience, or at least alongside it.
Without a map, it’s highly possible to get lost, end up in unwanted places and never get to the intended destination. There may be some incredible adventures. Even with a teacher, present, in the room, who has already done their Alexander Technique journey and knows their route and the terrain, it can be blissful and yet sometimes challenging to learn the technique. However, your teacher gets to know you and how to help you explore your beauty spots and is there with any pitfalls and bogs on the way. They can support you in where you want to go and how to navigate the best route.
What’s wonderful with the technique is the journey is a step at a time. The place you are standing in is what is explored and each step is an adventure.
I would love to join you on your Alexander Technique journey. If you would like to have a lesson/come to a workshop, contact me via the contact page or phone me – 01759 307282