My niche is helping unwell people create a coherent narrative so that they can communicate precisely with medical practitioners of all sorts. I firmly believe that unresolved trauma, especially in people who haven't realized they were traumatized, creates a rift in the bodymind that produces a tendency to manifest certain diseases in reliable patterns until the suppressed trauma is resolved.
“How much air should we breathe for optimum health? Wouldn’t it be fair to surmise that air, even more important than food or water for human survival, must also meet basic requirements?
The quantity of the air you breathe has the potential to transform everything you thought you knew about your body, your health, and your performance. What if healthy breathing habits were just as important as healthy eating habits in fostering maximum fitness - or, in fact, even more so?”
Looking down on it, as I so often do, the room seems alive. A bit dark, but that's only because the man who lives there has went out to get dinner and has shut all the windows and doors, save mine, so as to guard against burglary. Normally it is so vibrant. Maybe that is why my mind resides there. I can find the vitality and freedom that is lacking in my actual surroundings. And even though I do nothing but gaze down into that window during the evenings, I feel as though I lived there for years.
The world of social media is allowing us, as a species, to communicate in a manner closer to pure consciousness than we have had the chance to in our recorded human history.
Let's face it. Bodies are complicated. We all have physical needs, wants, quirks, and awkwardness. It takes a lot of trial and error to bond with a person when bodies also have to be sorted.
But when we get online and we type, is it not the case that much of that body overhead can be put aside? It is for me.
In a moment of sheer genius or intuition. I plopped that huge broccoli stalk down in front of her. Assuming I'd pick it up, untouched, after my dinner.
She immediately started sniffing it. Then she started eating it. My dog LOVES broccoli. Raw broccoli. Preferably the stalks. She will get around to eating the florets, eventually. But she starts at the hard, dried out bottom of the stalk and works her way up. When she does get to the florets, it is a treat for me, because she starts shaking them apart like prey.
deja écrit - the sensory experience of reading something you wrote yourself some time ago
I believe I am not alone in realizing the fact that I spend too much time fretting about what I am writing. I would like to encourage myself – and maybe you – to get on with it a bit more.
I am relatively at peace with the world of critics who will tear what I write apart. Which is to say that they terrify me, but I cannot place the blame for my reticence out in the world. My battles are primarily internal.
I fight within myself as to my own concept of what is befitting my oeuvre.
" I practice mindfulness to learn to be present in my life and I practice meditation to step out of the bounds of my life and experience the wonderful awe of being alive and in possession of the miraculousness of consciousness."
After a post of full frontal honesty, nothing clears the mind like clearing the mind. My journey with Tibetan Bowls started around a dozen years ago.
She loosened me up for around 10 minutes and then said I am going to place something on your back.
That something was the most profound healing tool I have yet encountered.
A Tibetan bowl.
By refusing to ever again tell myself sweet little lies, I step into the emotions of my present, in order to feel them and become free to chose to express my love for life and others with the unbounded joy I squashed as a child, who was taught that sort of exuberance just wasn't part of life.
The simple act of caring for someone, their pain, listening to what they need to say, is not often part of the lives we live today.
When this capacity is bundled within someone with a talent for massage, therapeutic results skyrocket.
I urge everyone to consider surrendering to the powers of massage with Cyndi. You just may be joyously surprised at what else will unfurl in your life.
This book was a very strong instigator of the way I have played the game of life. I am not afraid of inquiring about the mysteries surrounding our existence. I feel it a privilege to dwell in the uncertain and unknown. And I find it a gift to be able to bring just a sliver more clarity to the extent of what is truly possible, when we unleash our minds to travel each day, open to being WONDERSTRUCK!
This is just a quick peon to the place that houses books. I am so very proud to say that my very first ever job was in a library. I still feel lucky to have entered the world of a paycheck in a place that surrounded me with the tools of the trade of a philosopher and reader and now 30 day challenge writer.
The world will heal if we are all mindfully ensuring the proper expenditure of our energy.
In the midst of radical, life-enhancing, and yet quotidian changes, there is a masterful power in being present to a fleeting moment of contentment.
A situation beyond the centers of grinding commutes. In a place with a different tempo. Where silence is surrounding. Conversations flow. And simple joy can unfold. Finding a place to breathe fresh salty air and be rejuvenated by access to water is my primary objective.
Let us figure out how to seek harmony with the whole planet, every single precious ecosystem and niche of life, in the course of designing work and governments and communities that support the really miraculous capacity of each human being to create, innovate, and love.
I demand a life-centric world.
This is the crucial part, the lesson that just keeps arriving. Which is, well, we never arrive. We never arrive at a destination of mind. Our mind is always on a roadtrip. Every single waking moment.
Imagine the power of a roadtrip, right across the whole continent, showering you with chances to shout the words you most need to hear!
Packing up and heading to an entirely different coast is one of the most thrilling things a person of a certain age can do. There is nothing like starting your engine 3am one Sunday knowing that absolutely everything will be different when you land at the end of the week.
Your mental game is the most crucial aspect of any undertaking.
And isn't this the whole lesson of life? To stay actively engaged in the present. For it is the only place where we can chose our behaviors. ~Deb