The warm, enclosed blanketing of the womb is our ultimate safe space. It is the archetype of safety, love and nurture because it is the first place we experience that connection.
Skin to skin contact and firm embrace are physical needs.
My skin, my body boundless, reaching further and further in empty space, seeking resistance in the form of gentle pressure, of warm embrace, of physical connection.
Emotions and thoughts firing to a state of jumbled nonsense and disconnection.
The awareness of entering a binding session initiates the transition of mind to a calm, focused space. Clarity grows as nonsense departs. Feelings of comfort come to the fore as sensations become acute.
Attentiveness is easily given to the sensations and physicality of current moments.
A torso harness begins. My body drops into relaxation but is receptive to being molded. It follows instruction with no question or side thought - complete trust and willingness.
Peace, stillness and attentiveness come to me as my focus remains on the sensations of movement and pressure. As the firm rope is extended around my torso I find myself needing pressure and aesthetic balance. My desired firmness and aesthetic sensibility - such an art.
The harness finished binds me in comfort but connected to the world - formed and molded to return to the purity of an infant organism.
I am cocooned. I am bound. I am in submission to what is bigger and what is beyond. I am cocooned.