a harvest of a different kind
Do you feel the crush of late summer? A bittersweet feeling hangs thick in the air, wanting to hold onto the electricity of summer while also yearning for the cooler nights and more balanced pace of fall. The teachings of this time are about connecting to abundance, gathering to celebrate your harvest, feeling gratitude for the hard work you have done.
I had beautiful plans this weekend to do just that, some celebrating, connecting and playing with a trip north to visit a dear friend. But, unfortunately my body had other plans. I hurt my back last week, and there was no way I could sit in a car for the 8 hours drive. I was wrecked, feeling pretty low, limited to my house, and taking everything very slowly.
What emerged instead was a weekend of reflection, of creativity, writing poetry and hammering flowers on a bucket hat.
It was a weekend of harvesting my personal inner work.
The words poured out of me, so fast I could hardly keep up. Like a garden overflowing, begging to be harvested.
I wrote a lot about the mind- body connection. How our bodies tell the stories of our unexplored emotions, and unexamined fears. Not surprising my lower back pain is connected to feeling instability, unsupported, to my fear of not being free to be me. All themes I’ve been feeling lately... but more on that in a future post.😉
What I’m learning in Bodytalk is how to access life’s hurdles through my body. When I started to listen to my body, things shifted, in all spheres, physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually.
I want to share one poem that emerged in thinking about my mom and the chronic pain she suffered with for much of her life. Her physical pain was deeply connected to spiritual pain. This poem is my wish for her, for me, for us, to listen to what our bodies might be telling us.
Our knees bring up our issues of safety and security, trusting our authority, and they feel the weight of our hidden longings and desires. When I learned these spiritual connections to the knees I was floored, because they describe the issues my mom (who had arthritis in her knees as early as in her 20s) struggled with. And I felt my own fear in not wanting to repeat the pattern. Compassion flooded my being- for my mom, for myself, for all of us who sometimes feel weak in the knees.
If that poem resonated, or you are on a journey to connect to your body, I’d love to help you listen.
Come try a Bodytalk session with me!
This summer there is a special opportunity to try BodyTalk at a 30% off reduced rate.
