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Symmetry has its place. Symmetry might be necessary for balance and, sometimes, form. Symmetry makes stuff look neat and orderly, well thought out. Symmetry is simple. I often say symmetry is for people who lack imagination. Asymmetry though? Oh my! Now you're talking my kind of fun! Asymmetry requires a little more work. Asymmetry spawns from Chaos and doesn't ask to be put in order. All it seeks is to be accepted on its own terms. Asymmetry requires something deeper than neatness and simplicity (although, you could get a fair dose of simplicity nonetheless) ~ it requires integration. There is an analogy Francesca DeGrandis used to describe integration: a tree growing on rock. The tree doesn't balance its lifestyle to fit the rock's. It doesn't become a rock, but retains its tree-ness. The tree doesn't seek psychotherapy in dealing with the rock and where, as a seed, it was landed to grow. The tree merely integrates what it is with where it is and works from that. The same could be said for yoga practice in any human body (which, by the way, scoliosis or no, is still asymmetrical, by golly) or how life lands one in places unplanned or in a stack of books leaning just right without falling over.
I drive the man I live with nuts about asymmetry. He likes things to match and be balanced. To my mind, matchy-matchy just gets one lost in the crowd, making one nondescript, conformed. Dangerously perfect. Expecting things to be balanced only means that when one thing is taken away, it's out of balance and there's little one can do to rectify the situation except to put the same thing (or something similar) back again. Integration, asymmetry, allows for the shift in fulcrum. The Dance, the Juggling Act, that keeps moving even in its stillness. It's the movement I tend to gravitate toward in yoga, in our home, in life. I am what I am and I'm maintaining my tree-ness growing on this rock though not fully integrated just yet.