This one might me a tad convoluted.
Actually, scratch the “might.” And the “tad” too, while you’re at it.
This s a collection of ideas I’m playing with in my head. No concrete shape to this thing yet, so please bear with me and be gentle.
The idea that we have to fight life.
We hear this all the time: life is tough, it’s something we have to fight.
The universe is chaos, life is unfair.
Shit happens, and we have to pull ourselves up, dust ourselves off and keep fighting.
Sound familiar? Have you been fighting life? (And have you realized the utter futility of it?)
On the other hand, there’s the idea of flowing with life.
Accepting the things we cannot change and changing the things we can, but always from a place of inclusiveness, love, generosity and appreciation.
Trusting ourselves and our intuition enough to follow the flow, without allowing fear (which will come up) to interrupt.*
*This doesn’t mean there will be no fear at all, merely that while we are aware of it, it doesn’t stop us. It’s saying “Hey, Fear! Thanks for showing up to take care of me. Yeah, this thing I’m doing is scary, but there’s no need to be paralyzed by it. We can hold hands and go through it together. Yes? Awesome!”
The quiet strength and resilience of a peaceful warrior.
No ostentation or pretentiousness.
The clear presence of being, the silent power of openness to vulnerability, the entirely non-violent yet defiant stance that says,
“I have a role to play here.”
That sheer determination.
The accumulation of energy in our belly that rises into our heart and finally explodes into and out of our throat, waiting to be shared and spread around to anyone who is receptive.
The deep and boundless love this warrior itself is a result of.
This compassion that lies at the core of the fight and the surrender.
The idea that we don’t need to be violent or hard to be strong.
We can be like a river that rushes powerfully, bending to its environment and yet adapting the environment to its flow. A formless, yet strong stream of water that cannot be stopped.
Also, the idea that we can stand up for what we believe in, without becoming aggressive, defensive or falling prey to our ego’s reactions.
The feeling of movement within stillness, and stillness within movement.
The quiet current of electricity under our skin when we feel passionate about what’s important to us.
The grounding into purpose and the physical strength of our body, while also rising up to the challenge and reaching for the stars with commitment.
The certainty that change begins with us, that we must be the change we want to see in the world.
Even in the face of all those who tell us we shouldn’t, that we will get hurt, that the world doesn’t operate that way. That the universe won’t support us in our path.
And the knowledge and acceptance of a necessity to take the first step along with all those risks.
Jumping into the pool of uncertainty headfirst, trusting openly that not only will it work out but it’s exactly where you are supposed to be.
Someone has to start and make it easier for those who will follow.
The moment we accept our mission and let go of control over it. That time when all the doubts become part of the background noise, unimportant, because we finally understand what piece we play in this big puzzle.
Having the strength and courage to take responsibility for the health and balance of the people and the world around us.
There’s a power in our bodies that, when it’s freed up, is unstoppable.
It comes with a rush of energy meant to accomplish a very specific mission.
Your baby, or, as Havi says, your tiny sweet thing.
My work is at the intersection of these seemingly opposite forces embodied in the peaceful warrior.
It’s about unleashing this force in you, so that you can do what you came here to do.
I’ve been trying to find a way to explain the work I do around sensuality (the kind that gets you into your senses and sensations), movement, and grounding into the body.
These very unorganized thoughts are an attempt (and a preview) at doing that.
Some stuff that’s floating in my head lately. Or rather, these are more like sensations in my body, which I’m trying to translate into words.
Not the easiest task in the world, but I hope you got my meaning.
If not, try closing your eyes and feeling these sensations in your body yourself.
Your shoulders slipping back and down. Your heart opening and reaching upwards. Your feet planted firmly on the floor. How does that feel?
I’d love to know your reaction. Or if you have any questions. Or opinions.