Yin-Yang & Letting Go

It took me a long while to realise this deeply, and enacting it is an ongoing and never ending process, but letting go is the fundamental thing we need to do in order to find real contentment in our lives. We have to get out of the way, and then our path is clear.

It begins by looking outside. This is unconventional. Most meditators would tell you to look in, but I think it is helpful to first look out. Look around you, and you will see that all things are in a process of arising and dispersing. We see this in the daily cycle, in the seasons, in our own mortality – everything comes and goes. Then look inside, and you observe your blood, your thoughts, and your nervous system and emotions all do the same. Nothing stays still. Life is like the waves or tides of the ocean, in a constant exchange of rising and falling, of ebb and flow.

Keep looking, and you will notice that everything depends upon everything else. Look outside, look inside; it doesn’t matter. Nothing stands apart – nothing exists in isolation. Things might appear to us as separate, for our minds have learnt to discern things from our senses, and to create borders that say, “I end here, and you begin there”. This is different to that. But really, we cannot exist alone. We each require ancestry, family, breath, food, light and warmth. Our very existence is reliant upon all the rest of nature, and indeed the whole universe, existing alongside us. In fact, we exist not alongside other things, but within them, and they within us. We are in a permanent state of change and exchange. Life is wholly interdependent, like a vast web of interconnected parts. Everything is really one thing.

Imagine a circle. Nothing left out; everything contained within. Imagine the ocean; the waves rising and falling, the tides ebbing and flowing, but the ocean itself remains itself – it is always the ocean; the movements create no separation. They are contained within the ocean and are an inseparable part of it. From the choppiest surface movements, refracting light in many directions, to the deepest, darkness stillness beneath, it is only the ocean, thoroughly the ocean, and nothing else. The waves are the ocean, the tides are the ocean, the deeps are the ocean. Life is like this: many things and one thing, simultaneously.

This is where we begin, with this circle that contains all things. And because the things we perceive are really strands of one great web, waves of one great ocean, there really are no things that can be said to exist at all, truly. Yes, of course things exist, as we ordinarily see them. But in another sense nothing exists exclusively, of its own accord, because all is just a rising and falling. Does a wave exist? Can you separate it from the ocean and say, “Here is a wave!”? No, the wave is just process. It is an exchange. It is not a thing that can be pointed to, or removed. Its existence relies on all the other peaks and troughs around it. Everything is like this: on one level, things appear, and we can grasp and identify them; on another level, they are impermanent, dependent, and exist only in relation to their surroundings and their origination.

So what does this mean for us? Over the course of our lives we develop a strong sense of self. As children, we are often asked: “Do you like this one?” and “Which is your favourite?” We are encouraged to have preferences, and we are encouraged to feed our sense of self. We see ourselves as ongoing, individual entities, and we nurture that view with preferences, with likes and dislikes for things that are other. Here is me, myself, a thing. And over there are all other things, which are not me. Some things I am attracted to, and I grasp at them and hold on the them, and make them a part of this concept of “me”; other things I am indifferent to, or I push them away and label them as “not me”. This is a useful outlook for subsistence, but it is useless for realisation. And unfortunately, we layer our perception of separation with a substantial, abiding self-nature. But as we have observed already, all things are one ocean, one web. All things are me. Everywhere I look, there is “me”. So what meaning has “me” at all, then? If all is one, then there is no “me”. “I” exist only as a passing, dependent idea, a wave that requires all the other waves to have any meaning at all. It is this wavelike “me” that we need to drop, for it is the cause of all our confusion and suffering. We don’t need to annihilate it; on the contrary, we need to accept it and view it for what it really is – just a passing idea. We can play with it. We can use it. But we do need to stop holding on to it, and let go. If we fully grasp the notion of impermanence, then it becomes apparent that not even for an instant is there any abiding self anywhere, for all is in flux, in an eternal state of becoming.

If we identify strongly with the ocean-like “me”, then we are no longer pushed and pulled around by our preferences as we engage with the external world. We can experience this “bigger me” by turning our awareness inside and looking internally, instead of allowing ourselves to be influenced and entranced by our senses. As we sit and observe inwardly, we see clearly the chaotic tumult of the ocean’s surface. The quiet space beneath the madness of our thoughts. And if we just look at that self-generating chaos, without engaging with it, without identifying with it, then we can sink deeper into the stillness beneath, where lies a profoundly peaceful experience of the present, and which simply has no need for any notion of self. It is an all-encompassing awareness that does not separate subject from object, this from that, self from other; nor does it reject this duality – it embraces that too. This awareness is what lies beyond the borders of the circle we imagined. It encircles the circle, and observes everything within it. Like a mirror, it simply reflects whatever is, and requires no sense of an “experiencer”. The waves rise and fall, but the ocean is one, and the observer is unmoved, equanimous, perfectly still. Yes, things appear, and there is perceiving, but there is no perceiver.

When we move from this place of stillness, it is with the understanding that separate existence is only apparent, and that by holding on to the notion of self we create our own suffering. Two things naturally follow: compassion, for we are no longer separate from the suffering of others; and amusement, for the “cosmic joke” of our own absurd delusion is revealed, and we can let go of the ridiculous burden of the self. So long as we remain mindful, and do not cling to our idea of self-nature, then we are free. Sometimes this is spoken of as joyfulness, but to my mind that is not quite right. Joy is a state of agitation, whereas this freedom emerges from a place of stillness and contentment. And, it’s important to make clear, nor does this mean we live in a state of unchanging, soporific calm. That is just more delusion – a kind of self-tranquillisation. Rather, we move, we engage, we laugh and we cry – but now we are grounded. We have a place of stillness to return to. We are no longer like boats tossed helplessly on the waves, victims of our own externality and discrimination; but we are anchored and can no longer be lost. There is a deep change in the quality of our experience.

The Heart is Yang. It is a place of activity. It pulses waves of blood around the body. It houses the Shen, the refined and ethereal aspect of our being. It is the seat of our vigour and manages our capacity to deal with life without anxiety or dullness. It engages with the world. It moves. It’s fire rises towards the heavens. It feels emotion… laughter, compassion, gratitude. It is a Yin organ, but its function is Yang; it is like the waves. If we split our circle in two, the Heart is one pole, above. It moves, but if it is to be healthy, it must be anchored in stillness. There is a seed of Yin that connects it and allows for intermingling with the Yin field below.

The Kidneys are Yin. They are water, and their motion is downward, towards the nourishing earth. They balance the rising fire of the Heart and store the Essence of our being. In meditation, the mind is allowed to sink to the lower Dantian. The body releases tension as the mind sinks through, the mind deeply lets go as it sinks, and the breath becomes quiet and stable, deep and fine, unhindered and unhurried. Mind, breath and body relax and release as one. Tension unwinds, and the “small selfunbinds; the attention is focused, unwavering, but with a quality of softness and gentleness; the awareness is clear and still, like an undisturbed lake on a windless day – or like the deep ocean depths. This is the other pole: the Dantian. It is still and quiet, a receptacle for our Yin energy, for our deep reserves; but within is the spark of life, the fire of Ming Men. The Qi gathers and fills, the poles open to one another, and the process of releasing and opening the body’s energetic channels begins to restore us to health and balance.

Two poles. One, Yin within Yang; the other, Yang within Yin. One is the waves, the other the ocean. Yin, anchoring; Yang, enlivening. Yin, internal; Yang, external. Both in communication, in a process of never ending exchange. One reliant on the other, completing the circle. Ebbing, flowing, interchanging, transforming. Here our circle becomes the the Taiji symbol of Yin and Yang, something arising out of nothing. If we nurture our Shen, our spirit, and keep it contained within, and we build our Qi diligently, then we can find a higher energetic state – we can be fulfilled. The circle spins and mixes Yin and Yang in equal parts. No more separation. We transcend our “small self”. We must create the correct conditions, and then our bodies and minds can heal and reach new levels of openness and vitality. Only when we grip and hold on to something does the circle stop spinning. It goes off-balance. It wobbles. Perhaps it falls. Perhaps it breaks. When the motion is halted, something stagnates, or it depletes and its opposite grows excessive. Then we have imbalance, and what emerges is ill-health of body and mind. Discomfort. Discontent. Disease. We hold on to our “little me”, our wavelike me, as though it exists by itself, and we separate ourselves from the rest of the cosmos. Then we are not living in harmony with nature. We are no longer aligned with truth. We are mistaken, but we do not step outside the circle, so we cannot see it.

You have to let go. You have to get out of your own way. Then we move with things, not against them, because we have no preference, and life is easy. That’s not to say that no difficulties arise, but when they do we can understand them better and know how to respond intelligently. Sometimes we can step aside or recognise and deal with them before they become problems at all. And nor is this to say that we become like nothing, nonexistent, nonentities, or that we are at the mercy of the will of others. In Taijiquan this becomes clear. You can do two things in tai chi, which are really the same: blend your centre with your opponent’s, and disrupt his balance or uproot him with Fa Jin by allowing the Qi to pass through unhindered; or, you can Song and release your mass to the floor so you are not there at all, and he is effectively attacking his own imbalance, his own tension, his own self. Both require you to let go of your self. You do not raise your energy against his, you do not stiffen or become angry, you do not defy or resist, but nor do you run away – you simply blend and release, and he is defeated. He is defeated, and you are not even there.

This is a very high level of skill of course, and one that I certainly cannot profess to have attained, not by a very long way. But it applies in all aspects of life, and in some aspects of my own life I have seen it work to great effect. By blending and releasing, you drop your self and become one with the whole. By letting go, you can attain mastery of your own being. You are no longer a nervous, confused and self-attached mind in a tense, imbalanced, uninhabited body. Mind and body align in harmony and you simply act in accordance with what is right. Not a moral, intellectual “right”, but a natural, universal and comprehending “right”, which might be termed De, or Virtue. By letting go you fall into the Dao, into the natural way, and you attain to De.

I have managed to successfully, even easily, drop some very long-standing addictions and unhealthy habitual thought patterns simply by letting go. It’s not even something you need to learn to do. You already know how to relax, but you are clinging too tightly to your self, so you cannot. Instead, you distract yourself and call that relaxation instead. You fill your life and fill your mind when you should be emptying it. Paradoxically, only by emptying your being will it become full. If you simply release the tension in your body, relax your breathing and let your mind sink naturally to your centre, then you can begin to experience what it is to truly let go. You have to be diligent and accept your imperfection. Embrace your own absurdity. Watch your own mind closely. See where it moves, how it gravitates to things and reaches out. It’s easy to do, but not to maintain. Know that you will fail, but that is when you learn. Be patient and generous, and next time, maybe you will remain mindful. Bit by bit, you release deeper and deeper. You have to unbind the mental, emotional and bodily clinging of a whole lifetime – that is no small endeavour. But if you practise, you will notice that your life is gradually becoming smoother. Recurring problems and difficulties no longer arise, or they fade away more quickly. You are lighter, but also more grounded. You are more responsive, more adaptable, less serious, less narrow, and more self-aware. This is not about achieving some mystical insight, some flash of enlightenment, or supernatural wisdom. It is simply a return to a more truthful and centred version of your being, which exists even now beneath the unhappiness and delusion that arises simply from holding on. Everything is right, just as it is. Even you. There is no need to hold on. Let go, let go so you can find a place of equilibrium and underlying peace. Not stasis, but harmony. Abandon the wave, and the ocean will catch you. It was you all along. You just thought yourself a wave. So draw yourself up and let go. Through loss, only gain. When you get out of the way, everything is clear.

Things flow. Flow with it.

Sinuous seasonality

Springtime. And an unusual opportunity for rumination. A minor injury to my ankle – ligament damage only – and my increased desire to make the most of the long daylight hours and warmer temperatures is thwarted by unexpected immobility. Frustrating…

One of our TCM tutors was saying that at this time of year she saw an increase in the number of people with Liver-related issues like frustration. (Spring being associated with the Liver and the associated pathogenic emotion being anger.)

She qualified this by saying of course she sees people with repressed or unexpressed anger all year round, but there’s a noticeable increase in numbers/severity at this time of year.

Anecdotal, of course – there could be some confirmation bias there. Am I personally aware of an increase in such feelings in the Springtime? Because of my injured ankle I’ve not been able to exercise as I usually would.

But have I found a decreased ability to deal with that frustration due to the season? I can’t honestly say I have (but maybe I’m just repressing it!). I guess it would depend more on whether I had an excessive or deficient Liver – if the organ network is healthy and functional then no, there’s probably going to be no experiential change.

Sure, there’s been a sense of frustration. Of feeling a bit stuck. But I’d call it proportionate rather than dysfunctional. I’ve been a little fuzzy-headed, too. Lacking energy in the mornings. But college has been draining a lot of my concentration. There have been a few deadlines all arriving at once. I’m not stressed but I am a bit burnt out mentally. A bit phlegmy in the back of my throat, too, although there are a few Spring colds going round. Cold breezes and variable temperatures.

With my limited first year student’s knowledge it would be easy to conclude there’s a Spleen imbalance here. Studying Chinese Medicine can turn you into a hypochondriac pretty quickly. But I’ve yet to develop any real analytical skill. My channel palpation is fumbling and insensitive. But the large bruise on my injured ankle is definitely shouting out Blood stagnation in the Bladder channel… no prizes there!

In other ways it’s easy to convince yourself of anything, though. I decided I was Kidney Yin deficient first, then on reflection I became Kidney Yang deficient. Then there were Lung issues. Then Heart. Now Spleen. And with Spring arriving, maybe it’s time for some Liver Yang Rising…!

Hmm, my tongue does seem to be reading deficient, though. And there’s a pronounced central crack indicating Stomach or Spleen. An invasion of Damp…?

Here in the north of England we have a very damp climate (and I worked in a very damp environment for several years). A common dietary recommendation by Chinese Medicine practitioners, when advising someone presenting with signs of “Damp,” is to cut out Damp foods such as bananas.

I was told bananas naturally grow in hot, dry climates, where their Damp properties benefit the local people. But they’re not particularly good for people who live in naturally damp climates like ours.

I nodded sagely and agreed, thinking they grow a lot of bananas in the Caribbean (which I think they did in the late 20th century, but things have changed since then).

When I looked it up, it appears bananas are actually originally native to Southeast Asia – a tropical and very humid and damp part of the world, which kinda seems to blow the theory out of the water…

Saying that, there is a lot of folk wisdom related to eating seasonally and locally. It makes a lot of sense to me to eat in accordance with natural cycles, since we’ve evolved doing so for millennia and it’s only the very recent explosion in world trade, transport and big food companies that allow me to eat a kumquat in December.

It makes me wonder how that affects us internally. Being out of synchrony with the natural rhythms of the world. I’m certainly guilty of ignoring my natural circadian rhythm and going to bed after midnight quite consistently. But how deeply does that affect us?

Do our bodies get enough rest? Do we digest and absorb our food properly? How does this impair our ability to repair cells, build marrow, make blood, detoxify? What about our melatonin levels? And our endocrine system and nervous system? Are we all walking around half-asleep, unaware, subfunctional? And thinking this is normal?!

In some ways we can’t escape the seasons, of course. Despite our night-polluting addiction to artificial light and air- and ocean-polluting addiction to plastics and synthetic fabrics, we’re still at the mercy of daylight and weather. Think about how your movement habits change over the year.

I tend towards more strenuous exercise in the Spring and Summer. More sweat-inducing. Longer runs. More time outdoors. There’s definitely a natural urge to get outside enjoy the long sunlight hours and better weather while it lasts. Only mad dogs and Englishmen…

In winter I tend to be a bit more hibernatory, but still do plenty. Just not so much outdoors, and more restorative than exerting – yoga, stretching, foam rolling, Qi Gong, tai chi…

I wonder how this works for people who live in places like California, where there aren’t distinctive seasons in the same sense that we have in the UK? I imagine my body would be very confused for quite a while if it were suddenly Summer nearly every day.

I think exercise really helps with mental acuity and emotional wellbeing. Looking at some research just on walking I found this list of benefits.

Take a deep breath: improved metabolism, mood, longevity, cancer risk, cardiovascular function, strength, flexibility, mobility, fascial health, balance, detoxification, capacity to manufacture hormones and enzymes, memory function, immunity, hypertension, cortisol and cholesterol levels, reduced fatigue, stress, pain, reliance on medication, sleep quality, bone density, cognitive function, digestion and peristalsis, lung capacity, lung health, stamina, overall quality of life, emotional health, and tendency to make healthy life choices.

Okay. Take another breath.

Anyway, I think we know a lot of this intuitively. You can feel your own better functioning for engaging in exercise. You’re lighter, happier, more supple… You feel… at ease with yourself and everything around you. Unless you overdo it, of course.

I haven’t always been exactly a fitness fanatic but I’ve always had a physically active job. So experiencing “sofa-living” for a short while with this ligament damage has given me an insight into the kind of listless outlook some people arrive at when they don’t move their bodies enough.

Some guys I know eat takeaway most days and look at me like I’m mad when I say I’m going for a run! The very notions of exercise and vegetables seem to cause them anguish! They reason their way out of it. Even though, to me, it seems apparent they’ve just acclimatised to fat, sugar and lethargy.

They’ve been duped by their own dopamine receptors. And their rationality has conspired against them. I don’t say this from a position of haughty high-mindedness. I used to smoke. A lot. And it seemed perfectly normal and reasonable. Now it seems insane. It’s amazing, our self-justifying capacity for finding reasons not to be healthy, not to relinquish our comfortable habits and rituals. So it seems plain to me. I can discern their internal narrative working so hard telling us not to move. So much mental energy squandered on a determination not to be energetic.

And I kind of get it. Kind of. I don’t see any great appeal in going to a gym and pumping iron until I collapse. And that’s our common perception of what exercise is. Masochism. Pain. Punishment. And all that pectoral nurturing might bring strength, might send some lovely endorphins flying round, but it also brings stiffness, joint strain and spinal issues, unless you really know what you’re doing. I don’t want to generate tightness in my tissues. You can see the tension in some of those muscle dudes. Not to mention the narcissism…

No, relaxation is the key. And I don’t mean flaccidity. There has to be some tension available, but it needs to be measured, appropriate. You need to be able to switch it on and off. They teach you that in Wing Chun. 100% power. Then 100% relaxation. Leave some tension there and you’re giving your opponent something to use against you.

Same in Xingyiquan. Strike like a whip. Soft, soft, soft, then bam. The mechanics are different, but the principle is fundamentally the same. In Baguazhang it’s an image of a twisted rope. Soft, pliable, but strong and capable of torsional power. And in Taijiquan the metaphor I’ve heard most often is a hose pipe. Inflate the body with a circulating pressure. It’s all soft power. But that doesn’t mean it’s soft.

I’m not against circuit training or weights. It’s important to be strong. But not at the expense of flexibility and mobility. I do a bit of body weight stuff but nothing too intense. I think one of the great things about things like tai chi and bagua is that they’re fun and they make you feel good. That simple, yes. It’s an intrinsically satisfying way to move. It combines grace and power.

Think of a prowling tiger. Such finesse, such softness, such suppleness, precision and containment, but at the same time such raw strength, speed and savagery, only a split second away. Relax, relax, relax, then go!

And everything goes together. The whole body, perfectly coordinated and smoothly integrated. And the mind, too – that focused attention and clarity of intention. The predator’s entire being synchronised towards its target. And after? Relax, relax, relax. Why waste any more energy? Eat now. Replenish.

But as modern human beings, we don’t relax. We don’t know how to. Or we’re not aware that we’re not. We’re never 100% on. But we’re never 100% off either. There’s always that bit of tension remaining. That niggling thought. That unexpressed emotion. That ingrained over-engagement in sensory stimuli.

When it comes to martial arts, it’s not a means to an end. We’re not out to become killers. It’s self-mastery we’re training, really, I think. “De.” Physiologically, it’s good for your immunity and nervous health. Mentally, it’s good for your self-worth and emotional stability. It encourages a lightness of being. Balanced with a sense of grounding. Mr Miyagi knew it, certainly!

And then, on a less noble level, there’s pure enjoyment. You do it for its own sake. For the pleasure of it. It’s something you want to do instead of something you feel you ought to do. I never have to force myself to train. It’s just a part of being. (Except when I’m limping around with a sore ankle feeling sorry for myself, that is.)

I wonder how we got to this point where exercise is so widely perceived as a hard, boring chore? When we’re kids most of us love running round and moving in different ways. How do we lose that?

Why are activities like parkour and trail running still so niche? Isn’t that just normal? Natural? Why has the “getting 10 miles up on Strava” mentality superseded running just for the sheer pleasure of it?

Is it our tendency as adults to be goal-oriented? To treat our bodies like machines to be serviced? Do we just forget how to be playful? That’s a common enough statement, but then you see plenty of middle aged guys (and women) playing for hours on games consoles, so does that really hold up?

How did we end up in a place where we sit for interminable hours and then go kill ourselves at the gym as punishment? So many of us are existing at two unhealthy extremes rather than finding a healthy moderation.

Chinese Yang Sheng practices advocate not exhausting the body and stopping when you get to the point of a sheen of sweat. They view exhausting the body as being as harmful as not exercising.

There’s been an increasing trend in the last few years for super-high intensity HIIT sessions where you go all out for just a few minutes.

My instinct is that this sounds really destructive, but there seems to be a lot of scientific evidence backing up its benefits. Maybe if those studies looked at people over a longer term they might start to see some detriments to this kind of exercise?

I’m not sure, but it seems like these high intensity interval fanatics are missing the point. Exercise shouldn’t be something we do to get over with as efficiently as possible so we can go back to our box sets and social media accounts. It should be something we want to do. Not even that, in fact. It should be something we just do, because that’s how we naturally are as functioning bodies.

We seem to have reached a point of total separation from our bodies. We resist them. We torture them. We’re ashamed of them. We push them. We use them. We think of them as other. Here’s me, my mind. And over there, my body.

Chinese Medicine and internal martial arts teach us we are our bodies. Body and mind are integrated. They’re inseparable. We literally store our emotions in our flesh. Our consciousness permeates our being. And our bodies express our minds.

When the body is healthy, the mind can be healthy. When the mind is pure, the body is vital. It literally opens up. Everything flows. And never more so than in the Spring. Gone the pooling slumber of Winter. Here is the new vitality, the fresh life of the new year.

It’s interesting I think that my swollen, bruised ankle is viewed as Stagnation in TCM terms. That our Western solutions of cold and rest are the polar opposite of Chinese medical advice. Cold and rest lead the further stagnancy. Longer recovery. A return to Winter. An unnatural reversal. A source of inner frustration and a feeling of standing against the flow.

So it’s time I take my own advice, get up out of this sofa and get my body moving. Get the blood flowing. Get the Qi moving. Lend some momentum to my ruminating mind. Spring is the season of tendon and sinew, and of kindness, too. Let’s be kind to ourselves, then, and get our sinews moving…