Evening practice.
Ten mindful breaths
beneath the stars.
Evening practice.
Ten mindful breaths
beneath the stars.
If I could bottle this feeling
of deep relaxed contentment
from an hour and a half
of mindful movement,
I would send it to you
with all my love.
We think we know the ‘why’ of anxiety,
Spiralling up from all those things we fear;
pressure; external and internal,
death, deadlines, illness, perfectionism,
unemployment, failure.
So many ‘whys’
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But what about the ‘where’?
Where is it?
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The geography of anxiety is within the body.
Our bodies become shaped for anxious feeling,
the hunch of a shoulder,
the jutting forward of a chin,
the clenching of a jaw,
the tightness of a belly,
the holding of a ribcage,
like contours on a map.
Anxiety roams this bodyscape,
energy in a landscape of tension.
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It lives below awareness,
coming to the surface occasionally
like a fish, silently swimming, unobserved,
leaping suddenly to catch a mayfly.
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We hold our bodies in preparation for an unwelcome guest,
trapping it’s energy within.
Not allowing the natural progression of emotion and energy
to ebb and flow and dissipate.
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We hold ourselves tight within our armoured castles
in the mistaken belief that we are protecting ourselves,
until the anxiety spills out without a reason
in quiet moments and times that should be happy,
and we feel out of control,
scared of being scared.
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Next time the storm arrives, let’s watch it, feel it
let it be the map.
Let it guide us to our tensions,
sherpa-like.
Focus on those sensations and they will pass.
Not easy, when caught in a whirlwind of worries,
and dread.
But worth it.
And eventually, over a lifetime maybe,
relax so the inner landscapes are so calm,
that anxiety can flow straight through
like a river of energy,
leaving us unperturbed.
A rushing kind of a day
Deep within the demands of work
Deadlines loom
So I concentrate
Focus
Get things done
And forget myself
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Now it’s evening and
I peel myself away from the TV
Put on some music
Slow down into
Familiar movements
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An hour later
I re-emerge
Relaxed
Refreshed
Calm
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Reawoken to the truth
That if I slow down
Underneath the rush
Below the fear, the fuss, the resistance
Peace is always waiting
A blessing and a curse
this vivid imagination
conjuring up so many pleasant daydream worlds,
and paintings, stories, poems, music.
Allowing me to put myself in another’s shoes,
to empathise.
Enabling me to imagine the worse possible catastrophic outcome
for any situation I find myself in.
My body doesn’t know
that the stories in my head are not real,
and responds with pleasure, excitement, fear, dread, anxiety,
feeling it all, deeply.
And it takes a strong rational act of will to calm down,
to find a way back into the here and now.
Leaving the world of the imagination is not easy.
A blessing, and a curse.