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The Sensation of Compassion

There is something to remembering that we are more than our current existence.

Each moment comes and goes, undaunted by our desires or attachment.

We can dance in the soupy, goopy pits of stagnation – the mind chasing itself only to find itself where it started.

Or we can drag ourselves, often kicking and screaming into the light; into the flame licking coyly at our fears until we, ourselves become the light.

Ignited by what is both loved and hated, longed for and dreaded.  What is it that attracts and repels us? That which we cannot bear to look upon yet cannot look away.

We are more than our pain.

In this may we remain intact, whole and fully integrated beings. In this resistance to the sweet release of distraction and  compartmentalization can we surrender to the moment. It is in this moment that we are most deeply who we are. Raw and true, secrets turned to ash, we can now re-connect with the world – now we can be what it needs.

We are more than our thoughts.

Alphabet blocks; child’s play, our thoughts. Alphabet soup that we take as law when in any given moment, we can thrust our spoons in, stir and have something new. Such a fickle thing, the mind. Truth one moment, fancy the next and who can tell the difference?!

We are more than our agreements.

When I was young I agreed to this role. I did not understand that I could say no, thank you, so I took it on. It was not my role to take, but another could not sustain it so I took it on. When I agreed it was like pulling on a poorly made jacket that did not belong to me, but over the years it stitched itself to my soul. What was never mine can be refused at any time and left behind. To do this, I must recognize myself from the other.

We are our compassion.

To recognize myself, I must call forth compassion – for myself and for the other. In this compassion I forgive the other.  In this compassion I give myself the right to my own life; to forge my own path…

Separate from the circumstances that brought us together.

Separate from the pain.

Separate from the allure of  my inner world.

Separate from choices I have made or those made for me, that clank and rattle, yielding only wounds and poison.

Whole. Within.

When Is Enough, Enough?!

I’ve been in college 3 times. I’ve majored in English, Education, Psychology, and History. I’ve studied Journalism, Sociology, Music, Dance, Anthropology and Egyptology. I like school.

I have or have had certifications in group fitness, personal training, water fitness, senior fitness, fitness for special populations, Pilates mat work, fibromyalgia self-help workshop facilitator, yoga, 5 belts in Nia, Reiki and phlebotomy. I can’t read enough and I am able to apply what I read.

I have a least a dozen books on human anatomy,  movement, kinesiology, physiology, a full-sized skeleton, 4-5 books on various aspects of business, and a multitude of books designed to teach me how the body, mind, spirit and emotions integrate.

I’m running out of shelf space.

I’ve just started a business based on what I’ve been actively practicing for 20 years.

I’m getting ready to take a 3-part anatomy series.

I’m going to visit a Feldenkrais training. I’m seriously considering taking this training.

I’m planning on taking David Berceli’s Trauma Release trainings.

I’m not bragging and I’m not an overachiever. Nor am I independently wealthy!

When is it enough?  “It” or me?

What is Movement Alchemy selling? Am I selling a product in a box? Am I selling a method or technique? A name?

What I’m selling is me. I am the product.

I’m selling my love of movement and my belief that the path to wholeness and balance is, indeed through the body (the mind is too easily influenced, this post exists as proof ). I am selling my passion and reverence for the human body in its various forms and conditions.  I am selling my desire to learn everything I possibly can about as much as I can and share it all.

I am selling my love.

Fitness-wise, I know how to do everything I need to do to make a start at this business. I am acutely aware of what I don’t know and what my limits are. Where I have the least experience, I have strong business resources in wonderful friends. So why the hesitation? I am no longer an anxiety-prone woman, yet I find myself managing anxiety more often than I like.

Why the hesitation? Why am I holding back?

Enough. I think I’ll step off the wheel.