Back to Beck-sics.
For whatever reason, the album The Information is offering an opening this morning. Grateful. There isn’t anything else that does what music will do….my breath deepens, my blinders widen, filters fall from my eyes and heart….chords and rhythms get inside an circulate more than my blood…pumps more than oxygen….
Grateful. Don’t need to explain it – just get to enjoy it.

What and who opens you today?

So, whatever is going to happen next…..
I’ll be ready.

Anything goes. Everything counts.
xow

Where the yoke goes….or went.
Where my blades now shutter forward and back in a stretch.
Where my muscles from swimming the crawl and breast strokes come to rest.

Lungs protected by the ribcage, and also by the shield of my shoulders….
It’s tough to have my back all the time…..

Lying low….on my left… on a platform. Neck cradled and positioned for adjustment….release….
I handed my body over to a practitioner…..who knew what to do with the pain in a body…..
How to release muscles and tensions that were carrying ghosts.

This was yesterday.

Today there is more space between my neck and shoulders on my right side.
There is soreness….Letting go is not easy….and breathing into a space that is mine, without pain….is….

Foreign. Even in my own skin…the familiar is what my brain is after….

Which is no longer available.
Familiar pain is now gone. And not needed or useful….or present.

Space is present. Soreness is present.
Warmth -when I move- is here inside me.
I could fit a heart there…..and perhaps….for a little while…..I will.

xow

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Okay, so perhaps the quote pertains to thinking and brains and stuff….but what happens with the rest of my body based on types of thinking is key.

What I do with those thoughts in my arms, with my hands, in my gut comes next.

Am I still up in my lizard brain and not paying attention to my hands putting check-out foods into my mouth? The autopilot feeder, drinker, eater, shopper, day-dreamer, even the obsessive researcher?

It’s all connected.…inside….with more than one choice.

What do I choose this moment? What do you choose this moment?

xow

The liver and gall bladder have been a focus over the last weeks.
Spring cleaning inside and out – figuratively and literally this year.
Another layer and season of coming clean, coming clear, moving forward.
Giving some support – and hopefully a break – to my filtration system…..body and soul.

Not really surprised by the timing of life changes  that are accompanying insights and feelings as toxins are stirred up and released.
They gotta come up before they can move out….seems I’m getting more validation in this concept.

Snow and daffodils can co-exist….maybe not for long….
But they can and do right now.
Beautiful things that have their seasons….

Just for today. xow

and my heart is also a home base.
of sorts.
connected with instincts and emotions.
it is centered – and located roughly in my body’s center -
I will start here.

Not up in my swirly-squirrelly mind…but lower.
deeper. in a quieter place of anchored, reliable functionality.
There’s no room for chaos in a pump….
just regular and regulated beating…

And I am grateful for it.

Coaxing Spring feelings, because the weather is just not available.
Resisting movement – though I got to work with plenty of time to walk or lug the kettlebell around….the Rebellion Dogs are barking.
That’s a truth.

Taking in the gentle.
The clear and simple scents and flavors.
Things that will connect my head and body.

Taking in the gentle.
So there will be safety and lots of space to be curious about what else is going on.

xow

Top 3 bits:
meditation practice is helping – even if I’m not immediately see bursts of brilliance as a spiritual giantess
love is opening me, not pain or cruelty or sabotage
Otto sends loads of wags

enjoy the day, lovebugs!~