My first experiences of making and moving in a large space evoked a sense of full extension. It took me back to many different life’s moments. I remembered Iris Young’s feminist essay on Throwing like a Girl – I remembered an Alexander lesson on throwing, all about full extension as you let go of the ball – I remembered my dad saying he hadn’t thought to throw a ball at his daughter – it was a regretful comment made as he watched me play sport later on.
These resonances suggest to me this is a theme I can take with me into next term – what is it to embody full extension at different times in our lives? What will it be to move and mark full extension in my mature female skin?
