I've written about body memory before.
These days, I've been thinking about the rhythms the body creates to sustain itself.
I can tell myself all I want that expectations are unhealthy, that they lead to disappointment, but my body has its own rhythmic logic. My body wouldn't calm down until I read the Talking Points Memo each morning leading up to the elections. It expects to find itself in a new environment every break I get from work; otherwise, it gets stir crazy. I feel this very physically in my body, not just psychologically.
I also just realized that my body sets up its patterns with people. It expects to make contact with people it likes somewhat regularly once even a vague pattern has been established. During the elections week, I struggled with changes to one such pattern. It was a hectic week for everyone, and someone I/my body expected to see had a change in plans. My body had a visceral reaction. I felt anxiety and began wondering what was up. I think finding absence when I looked forward to presence stirs up some old, old shit in my body (=baggage leftover from being cheated on in a relationship, and probably some stuff about growing up with family members I loved living in another country).
Once I became conscious of these patterns, I knew my body needed a "reset." I needed beach time. Perspective. Fast.
I couldn't have picked a better day to ride my bike to the beach. Yesterday, at dusk, the moon and the sky and the ocean were gorgeous. I read aloud the bit about hope that I posted yesterday. And I honestly felt calm in my body for the first time in a while.
Body resetting mission: accomplished.
I know I have managed to erase the patterns my body had built up. I feel more grounded and less programmed now. My body feels more aligned with how I feel and how I perceive myself: it feels open to spontaneity again rather than privileging patterns that don't really exist.
Nothing like nature to show you even the natural rhythms possess an inherent variation and randomness within.
:: exhales ::
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