I can't help but note all the in-the-head thinking it through, though. And sometimes it's such a relief to get out of one's head. When I went through intense grief some few years ago, I made a point each day to spend time 'be'-ing. So I learned to play the saxophone, daily--the concentration needed c…
I can't help but note all the in-the-head thinking it through, though. And sometimes it's such a relief to get out of one's head. When I went through intense grief some few years ago, I made a point each day to spend time 'be'-ing. So I learned to play the saxophone, daily--the concentration needed cut off the "thinking"--and I listened to a lot of music--usually instrumental jazz, so it was word-free, and the improvisation happening again gave me something to absorb without thinking through... I also did 4 hours /week of flamenco, a dance form that demands attention, too... (you see the pattern!)
It's ironic, to just inhabit the body, and get out of the head. To enjoy and be in the world. I discovered that the body is capable of its own healing and the healing spreads to the emotions and general contentment. I shied away from articulating everything, and walked and danced and moved. And as months passed my life started to fit back together.
Just thinking here... about one person's experience. Thank you for working and writing these pieces.
"When I went through intense grief some few years ago, I made a point each day to spend time 'be'-ing"
Yeah absolutely. As you say, I think the problem is people getting too into their own heads. Who am I? How do others see me? What is my label? Do I still fit that label if I like this or prefer that? On and on. if I asked anybody to pick a word that described themselves, they'd disappear into their head for a while, fail to find any word that sufficed, and, perhaps, choose one that came closest to their mood at that moment.
Why not just be? Why not stop worrying about what the way you're being should be called? I'm quite relieved that I don't understand it. It sounds exhausting.😅
Another solid piece, looking at this.
I can't help but note all the in-the-head thinking it through, though. And sometimes it's such a relief to get out of one's head. When I went through intense grief some few years ago, I made a point each day to spend time 'be'-ing. So I learned to play the saxophone, daily--the concentration needed cut off the "thinking"--and I listened to a lot of music--usually instrumental jazz, so it was word-free, and the improvisation happening again gave me something to absorb without thinking through... I also did 4 hours /week of flamenco, a dance form that demands attention, too... (you see the pattern!)
It's ironic, to just inhabit the body, and get out of the head. To enjoy and be in the world. I discovered that the body is capable of its own healing and the healing spreads to the emotions and general contentment. I shied away from articulating everything, and walked and danced and moved. And as months passed my life started to fit back together.
Just thinking here... about one person's experience. Thank you for working and writing these pieces.
"When I went through intense grief some few years ago, I made a point each day to spend time 'be'-ing"
Yeah absolutely. As you say, I think the problem is people getting too into their own heads. Who am I? How do others see me? What is my label? Do I still fit that label if I like this or prefer that? On and on. if I asked anybody to pick a word that described themselves, they'd disappear into their head for a while, fail to find any word that sufficed, and, perhaps, choose one that came closest to their mood at that moment.
Why not just be? Why not stop worrying about what the way you're being should be called? I'm quite relieved that I don't understand it. It sounds exhausting.😅