This blog is to reflect on the memoir
Waking by Matthew Sanford. The book is a memoir of his life and how he moved
on after suffering a terrible car accident at a young age. Before going too in depth about the memoir
itself, I do need to say that this was very hard for me to read for multiple
reasons. First, it was incredibly hard for me to become attached to journey
Matthew is telling in his memoir. So
many of the experiences he is describing and went through are foreign to
me. I have never had any accident that
has caused serious mental or physical harm or damage to me. Lord willing I never will. I have also never had an out of body experience.
I also have never had an out of body experience that is described so vividly
during the time in the hospital after the crash. It is an entirely unknown concept to me in
how that would even take place. I have
read other accounts of similar events, but none in the detail as in this
memoir. Comprehending some of those challenges that he faced are close to
impossible for me just because of the life experiences I have had and how they
are so vastly different than the ones Matthew had. Especially in such a formative point in human
life, the gap is still something I am thinking about.
With all caveat
out of the way, everything now should still be taken with a grain of salt just
because the likelihood that I am off on these connections is very possible.
While there
is so much disconnect between myself and Matthew and the experiences he had,
there are some that we both find as a middle ground. That is the internal feeling and benefit of
yoga. While being in the positions that we are in, the physical benefits are
completely different. But I feel that
there is a connection between the mental benefits. One of the things that Matthew stresses throughout
the memoir is the separation of his body and his mind. Due to paralysis, mentally he has not
connected to that area of his body. If anything he has purposely put it aside
and avoided it in order to continue living.
Yoga then, is what allows him to connect with his body as a whole again
and to feel good about his body as a whole. It creates a peace. Including for
the paralyzed parts. In an awkward connection, yoga personally does the same
thing. While I am now trying to bring
peace to a vast chasm that has been placed in my mind, I am still trying to
achieve peace. The ability to focus on
something so small in modern society, the self, is peaceful and has healing
properties. Knowing that I have the
ability to slip the bonds of what society says, and come into what I say, is
something that brings peace to me.
Honestly it is the reason for the physical benefits I feel with yoga I
believe. Coming to terms with myself, in
a metaphysical sense, heals the scars and wounds inflicted by my physical body
creates by attempting to conform to a mold it does not fit.
Again, this
is just the musing of a solitary individual who is still unsure if he fully
comprehends what exactly the memoir is attempting to convey.