Monday, June 15, 2009

commitment

Feeling the struggle with commitment. Back to my seeing the ball exercise. And the insight I have today is to remember that this energy is committed to me. My job is not to commit to it, but to open up to its commitment to me. Such a hard thing to do. Much harder it seems sometimes than an act of will. To just be and allow the will of this energy to direct me.

I have a lot of work and a lot of responsibility coming up in the next weeks. A cover for Quill and Quire, sending Ben to Israel as he finishes school. My So You Think You Can Dance Updates. I'm worried that I'm going to let this practice go, right when I really need to be stepping it up so that I can make better decisions.

Writing helps me with opening up to commitment. The words form their own path for me.

Monday, June 1, 2009

The Ball

I'm feeling this week as though I'm in danger of drifting out of my practice.

Today I made it through half an hour. My mind is distracteded, and stressed. Argument with my son. Feeling mildly deranged.

The last couple of days I've been concentrating on the ball I hold to my chest. This focus started last week after my son had a session with his occupational therapist. They went to the park so Ben could show her the climbing course he's been mastering, a circuit of ropes, spiderwebs, bridges and other climbing challenges. She advised him that he should be concentrating on his hands and feet. Really looking at them, really looking at where they are and what they are doing in all of his activities.

I've been following this advice myself. Really looking at my hands in my practice when I'm holding the ball. I can feel this ball of magnetic energy, but right now I'm really focussing on trying to see it. Sometimes I can see what looks like waves. Mostly I see into the ball metaphorically.

This ball is like a ball of pure nurturing energy. It attaches to my heart and sends energy through that into the other areas of my body and into my brain. I can feel it, as though I'm hugging the universe.

Today this ball felt as real and as permanent as a rock. I began to see myself as a seeriels of polished boulders, sitting easily one upon the other. I felt that in time this energy would make a permanent change in my brain. Taking away this drifting addiction I seem to have to stress. Removing, making inactive all those circuits in my brain that lead me to unecessary, addictive stress. I could feel, really feel in my body the possibility that one day I could wake up and this commitment would not be such an act of will. But simply the way my brain now works.

Wouldn't that be good?