There has never a time when we have so needed to get up onto our feet. Lockdown has certainly proved that to be the case for many.
But do not lock yourselves into your cave.
Don’t hide in your study!! Or your bedroom!!
All it takes is 10 minutes every morning to get yourself into a ‘Beautiful State’ © Tony Robbins
Find some music you adore. It has to be fast enough for you to dance to. Move to; exercise to. Vida la Vida by Cold play is a good one. You’ll have your favourites.
MOVE. FAST and FURIOUS. Until you have a sweat. Then shower. Then start your day. Easy as that.
Be alone. Play fabulous music. Play it loud. Dance. Dance your heart out. Move. Do it in front of a mirror if you have one. Watch how your body moves. Feel your body. Notice where your stiffness, or pain, awkwardness and self-consciousness.
Swing your pelvis backwards, forwards, side to side. Unlock hardened muscles and sinew. Jump, reach, sway, point, smooch with your mirror. Play air guitar. Sing, shout, hum, talk to yourself. Sway to the rhythms.
Music can transport us back to an earlier time that has meaning. If it does, let yourself be there. But importantly, it can also allow you to be present to your own aliveness. Here, right now. No past. No future.
In culture, the body can be an object to be controlled, a source of status and/or shame.
But there is another way to be in and with your body. From the inside out. Not as a machine but as a fundamental part of who you are. A place where you can begin to learn to have pleasure and enjoy your…..self.
Healing the hearts contractions from love can be a lifelong endeavour.
But for many of us who have been fractured in spirit, it must be said that there is a medicine to be retrieved from exile.
the treasure lost and recovered,
is one that might otherwise never be known.
If you can stand fully in your own unbelonging
and become friendly with the terrors of loneliness and exclusion,
you can no longer be governed by the avoidance of them.
In other words……
YOU ARE ON YOUR WAY HOME
Belonging. Remembering Ourselves Home by Toko-pa Turner
‘But for [those] who have been fractured in spirit, it must be said that there is a medicine to be retrieved from exile. That medicine, the treasure lost and recovered, is one that might otherwise never be known.
If you can stand fully in your own unbelonging and become friendly with the terrors of loneliness and exclusion, you can no longer be governed by your avoidance of them.
In other words, you are on your way home’
Toko-pa Turner in Belonging: Remembering Ourselves Home
Hokusai Says: By Roger Keyes (inspired by Japanese artist)
He says pay attention, notice.
He says keep looking, stay curious.
He says there is no end to seeing.
He says look forward to getting old.
He says keep changing,
you just get more who you really are.
He says get stuck, accept it, repeat yourself
as long as it’s interesting.
He says keep doing what you love.
He says keep praying.
He says everyone of us is a child,
everyone of us is ancient,
everyone of us has a body.
He says everyone of us is frightened.
He says everyone of us has to live with fear.
He says everything is alive-
shells, buildings, people, fish, mountains, trees.
Wood is alive.
Water is alive.
Everything has it’s own life.
Everything lives inside us.
He says live with the world inside you.
He says it doesn’t matter if you draw, or
It doesn’t matter if you saw wood, or
It doesn’t matter if you sit at home
and stare at th wants on your verandah
or the shadows of the trees,
and grasses in your garden.
It doesn’t matter that you care.
It matters that you feel.
It matters that you notice.
It matters that life lives through you.
Contentment is life living through you.
Satisfaction and strength are
life living through you.
Peace is life living through you.
Don’t be afraid.
Look, feel, let life take you by the hand.
Let life live through you.
The Wood Cutter
( Max Lucado “ In the Eye of the Storm”)
Once there was an old man who lived in a tiny village. Although poor, he was envied by all, for he owned a beautiful white horse. Even the king coveted his treasure. A horse like this had never been seen before – such was it’s splendour, it’s majesty, it’s strength. Read All
Nothing is there to be done.
There is nothing to do.
One has to just be.
Have a rest ,