When embarking on a serious self-loathing expedition (and yes, your comments -save one- have certainly helped me flog along on this journey, thanks!), it's best to *not* exercise. Not to move farther than the sofa, refrigerator & toilet. Ever. Exercise brings oxygen, which carries off all kinds of crud from one's body. And soul. Spiritual wallowing, along with it's physical partner (and a good House marathon), becomes impossible with movement.
Eckhart Tolle describes a full-presence with one's body. As I ride my bike, I think of proper posture (thanks Mrs. Surts!) and the strengthening of my core muscles. Before the three miles are over, I'm thinking it's not just the physical core that's been exercised. If the core is not strong, the other "muscles" must perform duties that will, indeed, tax them to the point of injury. Aha! So my core being, my center of gooey-love for myself, must be intact and performing it's own responsibilities, so that the rest of me doesn't fall down around my proverbial ears.
As I practice being aware of my abdominal muscles and all they do for the whole of me, I am becoming aware of my spiritual center and how the work of it's strength is ultimately a realization of the Whole of Me.
Note to internal choir: Moneychangers and thieves beware, you're no longer welcome in the Temple of Diana.
2 comments:
I missed you last week.
I've come back again and again to this post. I've been feeding the Hole of Me, instead of strengthening the Whole of Me!
I'm puttin' the Krispy Kremes down, and joining the Y!
I think sometimes I want to pretend I don't have this... body... thing. I am increasingly aware that it's a CONNECTION, the mind-body-spirit CONNECTION, not mind-spirit connection, and we'll just drag the body along because we have to.
Thanks. *kisses*
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