Trying or going into drive makes me hard, brittle and less resilient. It’s like my body contracts causing tightness in my chest which makes it harder to breathe freely. The jaw tightens and the face becomes set. I lose the natural flow in my step or am less aware of what my body is doing. I lose the sense of delicateness in my fingertips. I might bump into things. I might put something down and forget where it is. |
I might speak roughly in reaction to someone from my hardened shell rather than pausing to feel where they are at or discern what is coming at me through them.
Trying causes me to wear a mask of hardness throughout my body.
If I try to be efficient, my computer might play up, the people I ring are not there or I have to wait in a long queue. I get easily frustrated when my long To-Do list is only slowly reducing with many boxes still unticked.
I tend to get tired more easily and no wonder, as I am using a lot of energy to try. It’s a physical tensing of the muscles making me more dense – as if there is less space in between the particles that make up my body.
It’s exhausting.
Without space within, I have no space without, and I can therefore give no-one else space. So, this hardening affects everyone and everything around me.
Trying obstructs the flow and masks our innate delicateness. These fingers that can be so gentle become hard and insensitive to what is being touched.
This morning I woke as the kookaburras were laughing and the last sliver of the rising Virgo moon was calling me to go deep within. I felt delicious in my body and my feet pressed gently on the ground. Delicateness was emanating through my fingertips. I felt the cool smoothness in lifting the lid of my computer and fingers are alive and dancing on the keys as I record this message that is coming through. There is an ease in this and a flow to the movement. I feel an openness in my chest and the breath flows in and out effortlessly registering the fresh coolness of the morning. I am tingling all over and feel a joyous expansiveness as I sense the imminent sunrise in my body.
It’s enlivening.
I am free of the mask.
Everything I touch is blessed by the delicacy that emanates through the fingertips.
So why do we choose to try and push ourselves, masking our innate delicacy, when life could otherwise be so simple, so flowing and harmonious?
Sandra N., Australia
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Trying causes me to wear a mask of hardness throughout my body.
If I try to be efficient, my computer might play up, the people I ring are not there or I have to wait in a long queue. I get easily frustrated when my long To-Do list is only slowly reducing with many boxes still unticked.
I tend to get tired more easily and no wonder, as I am using a lot of energy to try. It’s a physical tensing of the muscles making me more dense – as if there is less space in between the particles that make up my body.
It’s exhausting.
Without space within, I have no space without, and I can therefore give no-one else space. So, this hardening affects everyone and everything around me.
Trying obstructs the flow and masks our innate delicateness. These fingers that can be so gentle become hard and insensitive to what is being touched.
This morning I woke as the kookaburras were laughing and the last sliver of the rising Virgo moon was calling me to go deep within. I felt delicious in my body and my feet pressed gently on the ground. Delicateness was emanating through my fingertips. I felt the cool smoothness in lifting the lid of my computer and fingers are alive and dancing on the keys as I record this message that is coming through. There is an ease in this and a flow to the movement. I feel an openness in my chest and the breath flows in and out effortlessly registering the fresh coolness of the morning. I am tingling all over and feel a joyous expansiveness as I sense the imminent sunrise in my body.
It’s enlivening.
I am free of the mask.
Everything I touch is blessed by the delicacy that emanates through the fingertips.
So why do we choose to try and push ourselves, masking our innate delicacy, when life could otherwise be so simple, so flowing and harmonious?
Sandra N., Australia
If you enjoyed this article you may also like to read:
Is Time 'Running Out'?