Ever since I broke my hand a week ago, I’ve been trying to grasp a meaning to it all. Clearly my body wants me to have a massive STOP. When I visited Nepal, I learned to do nothing, very difficult thing to do. I saw my programming of doingness, and how uncomfortable I could feel sometimes when I had nothing to do. In Nepal it was different of course, that was a place where every aspect of life invited me to just be, in peace and traquility. Here in Brighton everything is moving constantly and fast, and I feel that there are many opportunities I should be taking.
Perhaps it was this way of thinking why my hand decided to stop. What’s the point of feeling like I’m not doing enough. This thought makes me spiral downward. So now I have again the opportunity to stop and see things differently, and create structures that will inspire me to spiral upwards instead. I’m curious to see how this structures will look like.
I’m learning to honor my cycles and rhythms. I can see my downward cycle in the face and observe it with curiosity. Now, I’d like to play with it, will be an interesting experience…