I’ve been thinking a lot about how we live in a dualistic age, in which we are not connected to our bodies, or even actively despise them.
I shared this image on my Facebook page with this caption: Joy in movement, joy in the man and the woman, together.
People do love the photo, which is by Henri Cartier-Bresson. An interesting conversation (slightly edited here) was sparked by this question, asked by Robert Johansen:
I am, perhaps rather prosaically, wondering at a woman taking such a leap in heels. Wouldn’t she break the heel of her landing foot? Or, perhaps even more disastrously, fall and break her ankle? While the gentleman in the photo looks quite gallant, it does not appear that he could really catch her or break her fall. Could any of the ladies enlighten a clueless cleric?
My reply:
It's all in the arm action!
She will land on the ball of her foot and he is supporting her arm, through which she is fully engaged, as you can see in the muscles in her ribcage. That's why her elbow is bent! And both their bodies are taut. When she lands she will skip her other leg through.
It's all good.
It's a beautiful image of how the bodies and souls of men and women work when they fully embrace their complementarity: the man is the pivot, offering his strength in a restrained way to the woman, whose spirited agility lifts her above him as she relies on his strength -- and when she lands, they will be united in forward motion.
He isn't catching her, nor does he overpower her. She hasn't surrendered her autonomy, but in fact isn't able to clear the puddle he already navigated on his own power. She does need him.
He goes before her in order to ensure her safe passage. He leads, planting his weight away from her, in a way that has as its object her well being.
And the difficulties (the rain and puddles and danger of getting totally sodden) are a means, not a hindrance, of their mutual delight.
This is a lovely photo and lovely description!
Reminds me of classical ballet. Although rife with feminism and its destructive forces today, the classics in their older stagings are excellent and show exactly this: the beautiful woman reaching fantastic heights and daring to defy gravity itself in the steady hands of her prince. My favorite ballet moment was getting to dance the grand pas de deux from the Nutcracker. It begins simply: the prince escorts the Sugar Plum Fairy onstage and the dance begins when the prince offers his hand to her. Simple, classic, and emblematic of the truth written into our very beings.
Wow beautifully written. What an elegant depiction of man and woman.