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Subtleties

Thinking this morning about the importance of discipline in the practice self care, and going back into old journals to reflect on my progression with it.

My body has been buzzing the past few days with a sense of overwhelm and the desire to do more ‘working in’ than out, i.e. gentle movement, writing, resting. I transformed this energy by going for an early walk, collecting some plants that appealed to me, breathing deeply and embracing the cool front that yesterday’s storms brought in. I feel infinitely more grounded when I am able to pause in the space of morning hours to be still, and take one task at a time. Drink water, get dressed, brew coffee. Eat slowly.

P.S. Happy full moon!
Subtleties of the human body. Influence of the less tangible. Do not discount the power of your proximity to water, exposure to sun or the night air. The aroma of green growth or closeness to those things and faces you love.

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Healing

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Healing is a hands on adventure.

It expands from an up and down tumultuous nature to a deep pulling of self, turning you inside out, a wave curling over the shore over, and over again. Always returning to its source.

Through our experiences and the people me meet, we are prompted to change, to shed our layers-over and over again.

In the specific realm of Connected Kitchen, speaking of body and food-to love one’s body, to hear its messages, you must embody your body. Allowing your breath to literally pull you back into your self. To experience the raw format of your experiences, emotions, without the man-made complexities.

To do this we can do many things: vocalize/sing/communicate with our speech via our tongues and vocal chords and teeth or with hands to write or type. Mastering something, moving things/our bodies/, creating and making or crafting. Working with plants, gardening, enjoying eating or preparing a meal. All of this is expressing the power of what it is to be in a human body, which means to be able to learn and apply and educate ourselves, constantly.

To reach the root of our healing, its helpful to detach from our mental chatter and the pelting messages of our reflections of self and who we think we are in relation to other people and how this and that looks and where we’ll be tomorrow in relation to what we did today-

It goes on and on and it exhausts us-if we sink into now, all the possibilities of the chance of the present  without all these attachments, much more opportunity to access our pure being exists. We can better listen to the messages of who we are individually and how we have been expressed into this world.

Nutrition and access to simple food is part of what heals us. Sometimes it can be the first step. A diet of food that is full of vitality and directly accessed from earth gets us there. Simple fruits and vegetables as they are picked oxygenate and move blood, our digestion, our lympathic system. We can clear the pathways for messages to be better received by our bodies-the main centers being heart, mind, and gut (intuition), in choosing this kind of food. This allows clearer thought, and greater capacity to give and receive.

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breakfast meditation

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“There are days when solitude is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall.”

– Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

 

This applies to all forms of nourishment, our connections to whoever and whatever. Your relationship with all your interpretations of your surroundings.

Our food or time alone, as given in this example, has the potential to translate in our bodies in a variety of ways- dependent on a state of being.

This meal filled me first most with reassurance that I am taking care of myself, allowing space and time to give attention to my needs and intentions.

Grateful for this black coffee, oats with banana and raisin and peanut butter that gave me all the good stuff. Energy and inspiration.

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Pace

Ruminating, meditating, thoughts while walking.

I set the water to boil and I walk out the house. I’ll be back in time.

Senses slowly integrate, pace adjustments to pavement.

Sweet plant matter smell,

The meeting of sand to wood to water (here in the form of winter road remnants/mulch/rain & dew) nostalgic, like the morning must of a beach or lake cabin.

Towering pines and other conifers I don’t yet know the names of. Their blue green needles spread in uniform waves,

I breathe in their gentle spice as I pass.

I stop for some wild lilies whose unopened flower buds I pick to eat. A line of 6 darling rolls in my palm. I’ll chop for my soup and salad later.

Either at day end or day break a deep mushroom musk invades the air..it feels like an ancient signal and I wonder for whom.

The moon is high and bright and so perfect and clean. Soft gray wounds fleck it’s surface. Grey and pink cloud surround, shift and cover her face.

I come up to a field, the vision feels watery and like I’ve sunk in-I’m surrounded by meadow and I’m drinking in the ethereal fluff of the flowering grasses. The horizon of now black, back lit trees cut through the sun ripening sky. Late sunlight like pollen coats the foliage. There is SO much.

World is cooling, bird sounds ping back and forth in the woods. I’m tempted to tap the body of a tree and feel its hollow sound reverberate through it’s roots. Why don’t I?

Turning back,

I wonder how long it takes to boil water. Hopefully at least a mile’s worth of walk, but I still pick up the pace.

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let body be 

  You do not have to be good. / You do not have to walk on your knees / for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. / You only have to let the soft animal of your body / love what it loves. / Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. / Meanwhile the world goes on. / Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain / are moving across the landscapes, / over the prairies and the deep trees, / the mountains and the rivers. / Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, / are heading home again. / Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, / the world offers itself to your imagination, / calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting— / over and over announcing your place / in the family of things.

-Mary Oliver


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