Digging deep into the body

I seem to have attracted some ‘body work’ into my life, this week. I find that I flow quite naturally with this technique and gain a lot from it. It’s definitely a welcome break from over intellectualisation. I still experience the myriad emotions but the good part is they do not seek to be understood, communicated or named…just to be lived and then released.

It reconnects me with my body and places the source of intelligence right here. It helps me slow down and listen for, sometimes basic and other times, deeper messages. From questions like ‘how much salt I’d like in my meal’ to ‘what should be the theme of my next workshop’. The answers lie in my physical body. I’m amazed how simple it really is and how much ‘thinking’ it has saved me. I can silence my need for logic and analysis if something emerges from my core.

I’m glad it revived ‘dance’ for me. Why have I not been doing something I enjoy, all these years? The body tells me what to move, when to move, how to move and a bit later, even why to move. Such a simplistic and yet highly sophisticated source of intelligence neglected, ignored, pushed and silenced. That’s a thing of the past!

Here come the days of reconnecting with the body, listening to it, respecting it, understanding it and revering it. The answers needn’t emerge from the right brain or the left brain but simply from within.

A Pound of Flesh

Arggghh! My frustration stems from my recent struggles with my body. As a change agent, there's much to do, yet the body is unwilling. Or am I over ambitious? I see myself as invincible, even though I know I'm not. It's difficult coming to terms with my limitations.

More than my time and skills, I give away a piece of me. Investment usually means re-energising myself. Not all energy exchange takes place at the same level. There are moments when someone brings much more to the table and that's  heartening. Even if I tire at a physical level, my mind is at peace, soul fulfilled and spirit uplifted.

At 35, I'm starting to understand the growing importance of rejuvenation. And with that, the growing importance of those who bring this energy to the world - fitness coaches, yoga instructors, dieticians, healers, studio potters, gardeners, guitarists...you name it!

I realise how disconnected I am from my own body. Is there sense in getting a lot done if I come crashing down, behind it all?

I'm learning to say no.

I'm learning to let go.

But most of all I'm learning that even less is more.

- Linda Baptista

Terror starts from me

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So you’re straight?

Congratulations!

Though you are aware that there are others with preferences different from yours.

Should anyone have to die for their life choices?

What’s really normal? That thing you do in the shower, your bedroom or on the kitchen table?

Who knows about your fetish, quirks and strange antics?

Should anyone be judged for expressing themselves in a manner that comes naturally to them?

This is not about your sexual orientation, religion, country or parents.

This is about innocents being silenced…not allowed to BE no more.

This is about how we often kill the free spirit inside of us by not allowing ourselves to truly BE.

Terror starts from me. 

If I can’t accept my own sexuality, I can’t accept that of others. I can’t do for others what I can’t do for myself.

People continue to live diminished lives closeted amongst us, while we, the so called ‘straight’ or ‘normal’ majority dominate and determine what goes and what does not by creating our own mental blocks and constructs.

Let this not fade in the shadows.

Let’s expand, let’s accept, let’s liberate OURSELVES from being terrorists in our own ways.

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Brew

Photo : Linda Baptista

Morning dawns...

And I scramble

Like an addict looking for her fix.

Light up the flame

Whip out the milk

Leaves from the hills

Whose freshness I yearn

Maybe it's their energy that I crave.

The mountains are calling

And I must go.

Life is waiting

I must wake up,

Look at it eye to eye and say,

'Take a hike with me.'

That mild sweetness in my cup

Bees that have rambled and traversed

This dying breed I seek.

No ties and shackles of slumber

The cup that I drink from world's left behind

From ventures anew

My daily fix...this morning brew!

Feeling Fat?

Feeling fat?
Work out!
Feeling lonely?
Call a friend.
Depressed?
Create Purpose.

But we love to convolute matters...

Feeling fat?
Lower self-esteem
Buy Nike, Puma products to walk the dog on his evening poop.

Feeling lonely?
Spend hours online, alone.
Liking, posting, stalking
Virtually envying people's vacation pictures most of which are from the years gone by
Go from lonely to depressed in less than 5 minutes.

Now splurge on shopping
or that new bike / car which makes you look 'cool'
But financially, feel miserable.

Is money always part of the equation?
If yes, then drop the money bag and think 'below the poverty line.'
If you didn't have that car, you'd walk, get tired
But not feel fat.

Is it that simple, really?