Holy Machinery
When I think about the treadmill, I'm instantly bored and resistant. It is loud (how do you stop all that beeping?), mechanical and you walk in place for minutes on end.
But when I get up and get on the treadmill, giving my body what it is asking for, it is luscious!! Pumping the rate up, increasing the incline, feeling my breath breathing life back into all my selves. Heaven!
I used to think I couldn't do a walking meditation on the treadmill because it is so mechanical and LOUD. But I can. It's just like being out in the world with all its distractions. When I focus on my breath, I can take my insides whereever I want to...or just let go and be silent within.
And when I don't want to do any of that, there's always music (which can also become a meditation) or the DVD player.
This morning was sacred. My body has been ASKING VERY POLITELY to get up and get moving for the last few days. Day before yesterday I chose to sleep through the request. Yesterday I woke up sick. I really thought I'd feel better if I got moving but I didn't do it. Today I did and IT WAS WONDERFUL!
Here's to the days when we answer the call. :::snoopy dancin':::