
Feel free to listen to the story and join me in a heart-centered meditation written just for you.
Sun
As I sit in our sunroom, I rearrange the chairs so the sun shines on my face. I close my eyes and soak in its warmth and presence. Feeling this reminds me of a Father’s love. Neither need to prove existence—their presence is always there, whether in plain view or not. Once again, nature teaches me the interconnected ways of living as a human.
Reconnect
A few weeks back, I learned I had stopped using my thoracic spine or glutes. I’m now rebuilding the neuromuscular connections from my brain to my middle back and my tush. I can feel and activate them now. My middle back offers protection of my heart’s past, with tender and broken longings held onto from my former life. I acknowledge this reconnection with love and grace for my past while I tune into using my rhomboids. My glutes propel me forward in life, always pushing me ahead. I acknowledge this reconnection by stepping out of my future self’s way, with a strong posterior pelvic tilt and an engaged butt. And finally, I feel into the gentle rhythm of my heart beating, sustaining me – my body, mind, and spirit. I acknowledge this reconnection by being with my heart, which is always living in the present.
Greet
Like the Sun, I want to Be and no longer Prove. The sun holds the fire that heats our world; his existence does not require validity. He only needs to show up every moment and greet whatever is in the sky.
Being means holding all of me—my past, future, and present my physical, emotional, and spiritual self—within this rehabilitating body’s container. It means showing up for myself and greeting whatever arises within and around me.
Father’s Nudge
When my heart is weary, and I fall back into my old habits of verifying and validating who I am, I will pause. I will feel the warmth of the sun from above and within me, like the love of a father radiating all around. And I’ll tune into my glutes, preparing to move me forward with a father’s gentle and swift nudge in the tush.
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