Healers became healers because they had no other options. The first person they ought ought to heal by going further than the imaginable is the own self. This body, here and now. Should they oppose to face their “calling” death would come for them.
An art, an obligation, a never-ending pregnancy, infinite motherhood, fatherhood, fine alchemy… everything tried and lived and survived within the body.
Because whatever our story is, the healing happens in the present moment, in the present body that contains the present psyche and spirit. Even if we are living with disabilities.
Not because its need be worshipped as in many cases it’s done, without spirit, without kindness, without caring, but because it’s the ultimate master of each one of us: our genetic code, with our family’s history, deep tissue memories from the time of conception through birth and all the way long till we close our eyes one last time.
What does your master teaching you? Do you know how to listen? Do you know what you really need to recharge? To get your broken wing repared? Are you connected or are your avoiding?
There’s no mindfulness practice without the body, there is no reconnecting with the nature without the body, there is no psychological wellbeing without feeling OK in our bodies. Please stop leaving the body out from the equation.
There is a long way to respect our carnal existence, and it’s such a high necessity that it’s suffocating.
Breath. And play. Let’s forget the self.