I've been in a place where the underlying constant is a version of emotional, mental, and even physical turmoil for what is now approaching one year. Have there been moments of exstatic joy and hope? Of course! Do I go about my day with lots of laughter and gratitude? You bet. But that doesn't change what boils up and creeps in and tries to suffocate me. Sometimes I let it. And those moments usually involve eating or drinking... and sometimes, a soul-shattering sob-fest.
So what is my point in all of this? We can know we need to take care of ourselves. We can know that we need to heal, rest, recover, relax, etc. We can even take care of ourselves physically by getting enough sleep, hiring that personal trainer, and saying "no" more often that not to the foods that will weigh us down.
BUT, if there is emotional junk food (I think I need to trademark that right now), you won't have space. You won't have health. You won't feel good. You will carry that weight, that stress, that disease. It will manifest itself in obvious, and not so obvious ways.
I think the key is, learning how to consume it all - not just the food we take in through our mouths, but the food we take in through our ears and our eyes. Learning how to absorb what nourishes us and let go of what doesn't.
So how do we do that? Awareness, meditation, journal writing, accountability... All sounds good in theory. But what do these practices have in common... what is the missing part of the formula regardless of the situation?
S P A C E.
Space to think less. To feel more. To pause before reacting. To learn to trust our gut and move forward with right action.
Space to heal. To question our motives. To remove the wants and needs of those right in front of us, or those 1,000 miles away.
And perhaps most importantly, space to simply be. To exist without labels, names, numbers. To exist as the temporary and ever changing being that we are. And space to acknowledge that we are nothing but potential.
And while our thoughts and language is of utmost importance in the energy they set and the environment they create, it is the actions we take that define us.
Can you see the connection? in your own life?
I know my soul and body love space. The moment I get to the park, or out of the city. The time I spent in Canada (walking down the street was an expansive experience compared to NYC). Whenever my feet arrive at the beach or at the edge of a lake. I can breathe. I can feel my body let go. I can feel the fibers of my being exhale.
Seasonally this is a "to be continued" post, but I know you get it. You feel the contraction of February when all you want to do is break out, run free, shed... But for now how do you feel in space?
How do you resist space?
In what ways do you crave it?
I want to know.