I don’t like to think of my body as something separate to my mind. I find thinking/talking in this way reinforces the idea that my body and my mind are somehow “separate” and have the option to operate independently of each other.
That’s why I have personally stopped using ‘mind’ and ‘body’ as much as possible...replacing them with the idea of ‘thinking’ and ‘movement’. The body and the mind are both always involved in some way with any thinking or movement that I do.
With that established I have to acknowledge the ‘body’ part of me (because it is true that I have a body! Just happens that it includes my brain) sometimes has things going on that my ‘thinking’ can’t compute or make sense of.
Take last night.
I’ve had a great few days. I’m feeling much more myself. Much more connected and coordinated. Joyful to find myself so...and then, chilling out watching TV I started to feel anxious, stressed even.
This was one of those perfect storms that make sense from a distance...but are pure chaos in the midst of it all. I’ve got my birthday coming up, I probably had too many cups of tea in the afternoon, lots of exciting conversation at the end of the day, the anniversary of something significant, work is very busy...
At any rate, my subconscious was talking to me through my body (or movement) and feeling this way was totally unexpected.
Strangely...though uncomfortable, it was also good.
I listened, did a few simple things and watched the wave pass through me.
And then it was all ok.
I’ve been here before. My response seemed new and how quickly it all passed also seemed different.
That’s nice. To think I might be learning how to manage myself a little better.
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