I remember the moment I fell into the Alexander Technique. By this I mean I realized that there was more to this obscure, hard-to-explain method than I had previously understood and I had to know more about it. The physical sensation of the realization was like surrendering to gravity with no fear of a bad outcome (like crashing to the ground).
I was a recently arrived, aspiring young actress in New York City in 1984. Through mutual friends, I was introduced to an Alexander Technique teacher. I had heard of the Technique in my college theater program and since I knew it was something actors did, and since here I was in NYC to be an actor, I decided to try some lessons. My vague understanding was that it helped with posture and movement and, uh, maybe voice?
I don’t remember much about those first few lessons, but I do remember my ‘moment.’ I was on the table and Amadea, my teacher, had just finished working on my right leg, untwisting years of habit, giving me an entirely new experience of my own leg. I felt both foreign to and exactly as myself at the same time. The image of an onion appeared in my brain as I thought “Oh there is so much more to this work - this is just the first layer.” The physical ease and mental calm I maintained throughout my ride home on a crowded subway convinced me that I wanted to know all about this method that was somehow making me more, well, me.
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