life and all that changes
We've moved to a shared flat in Zurich, I've started the project of a lifetime and the wedding plans are going smoothly. There's a lot going on and I can feel it not only weighing on my mind but also affecting my body.
The physiotherapist helping me heal a knee-wound some 11 years old, put me on a tread-mill yesterday. It was the first time in my Life I'd been on one of those. As he taught me to control the length of my step, I learned to walk while my eyes told me I wasn't moving. It was rather confusing to start off with; I had a hard time keeping my balance and an even harder time walking normally without holding onto the side-railings. After some 10 minutes, I got off and tried to walk around the room. Now that was a new kind of feeling! My whole body woke up to the actual fact of walking, i.e. that moving your legs makes you move forward! If I'd landed into that moment without remembering the 10 minutes I'd just spent adjusting to walking on a tread-mill, I would have thought I was high on some sort of mind-altering drugs.
Dan smiled at me and told me that this shows the power of the mind on the body. He mentioned burn-outs as one of the examples of our mental thinking affecting the reality of our bodily experience. I smiled to myself, thinking of all the things I've got boiling and frying in my mental pots and pans.
Keep cool is the motto I'm feeding my mind.
It'll all work out in the end, one way or another.
And if, like my father said, all of it fails miserably, then at least I'll have learnt a hell of a lot. Not just about buying a house and organising a wedding, but also about me and how I deal with life and all that it throws at me. Or should I say, all that I throw at myself …
… and I wish much Peace and Love to Walter who's just set sail to cross the Atlantic towards Brazil. Perhaps we'll meet again sometime on this Earth, or perhaps we'll meet again once we've both come home again.
The physiotherapist helping me heal a knee-wound some 11 years old, put me on a tread-mill yesterday. It was the first time in my Life I'd been on one of those. As he taught me to control the length of my step, I learned to walk while my eyes told me I wasn't moving. It was rather confusing to start off with; I had a hard time keeping my balance and an even harder time walking normally without holding onto the side-railings. After some 10 minutes, I got off and tried to walk around the room. Now that was a new kind of feeling! My whole body woke up to the actual fact of walking, i.e. that moving your legs makes you move forward! If I'd landed into that moment without remembering the 10 minutes I'd just spent adjusting to walking on a tread-mill, I would have thought I was high on some sort of mind-altering drugs.
Dan smiled at me and told me that this shows the power of the mind on the body. He mentioned burn-outs as one of the examples of our mental thinking affecting the reality of our bodily experience. I smiled to myself, thinking of all the things I've got boiling and frying in my mental pots and pans.
Keep cool is the motto I'm feeding my mind.
It'll all work out in the end, one way or another.
And if, like my father said, all of it fails miserably, then at least I'll have learnt a hell of a lot. Not just about buying a house and organising a wedding, but also about me and how I deal with life and all that it throws at me. Or should I say, all that I throw at myself …
… and I wish much Peace and Love to Walter who's just set sail to cross the Atlantic towards Brazil. Perhaps we'll meet again sometime on this Earth, or perhaps we'll meet again once we've both come home again.