Tornadic Thoughts
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I try to remember how incredible my being is in all that it does without any prompting from me, then try to celebrate what IS working instead of staying in the mind space of paralysis or lack.
I typically start with the breath, then the heartbeat, as I tap my fingers or toes along with it, then start thanking all of my senses for being so keen, my instincts for keeping me out of harm's way, etc., etc. My success rates vary as my monkey mind races all over hell's half acre.
Some days are just meant to be ditch days. Learning to recognize them for what they are, then finding the roots and the energy to dig 'em up to prevent future growth, and staying open to sitting with the feelings being stirred up was/is the tricky part. Or I just take a really long nap if my brain will allow.
Each day brings a new menu of selections, no matter how good we got at learning how to deal with those of yesterday. Wouldn't it be great to have that one sure safe space of existence to reach and never have to venture away from it again?
I've found that the closest thing to it is in my own heart, thus far. But not many folks I encounter in real life seem to be able or willing to translate my heart language into an acceptable format that jives with their expectations or experiences. Or maybe I'm the one who needs to work on how to better translate?
Language can often become much more of a barrier than a connector. I think that's why I dig the sounds of nature and music so much. The universal languages.
I typically start with the breath, then the heartbeat, as I tap my fingers or toes along with it, then start thanking all of my senses for being so keen, my instincts for keeping me out of harm's way, etc., etc. My success rates vary as my monkey mind races all over hell's half acre.
Some days are just meant to be ditch days. Learning to recognize them for what they are, then finding the roots and the energy to dig 'em up to prevent future growth, and staying open to sitting with the feelings being stirred up was/is the tricky part. Or I just take a really long nap if my brain will allow.
Each day brings a new menu of selections, no matter how good we got at learning how to deal with those of yesterday. Wouldn't it be great to have that one sure safe space of existence to reach and never have to venture away from it again?
I've found that the closest thing to it is in my own heart, thus far. But not many folks I encounter in real life seem to be able or willing to translate my heart language into an acceptable format that jives with their expectations or experiences. Or maybe I'm the one who needs to work on how to better translate?
Language can often become much more of a barrier than a connector. I think that's why I dig the sounds of nature and music so much. The universal languages.