Now that I'm standing longer and more regularly, I'm starting to notice the effect my late Saturday Night TV watching habits have on my Sunday morning stand.
The thriving energy I felt yesterday morning seems to have mostly evaporated. I still had good moments. I'm still feeling that nice fresh energy gut feeling of a renewed dantien. But I know it's nothing like what it could be.
It would be nice to have an inspiring post that I see all week, that tells me that early bed rest and a nutritious food yield the clarity and joy that I suspect they do.
Still I've had some insights this week.
Mostly about the recursive mechanics of chi. It's not that difficult. Stand for an hour and the effects of that hour will create even more energy the next day. Take the time. Or better yet, may little times through the day to break the recursive cycle of stressful thoughts, and calmer, more creative and wise thoughts will create more of the same.
It really is as simple as that.
Were I to break the cycle of late Saturday nights, I would break the cycle of dull Sunday morning posts. They would become more energetic, more poetic. And in their energy and poetry, they would create more of the same.
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Sunday, January 27, 2013
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Home
I've been keeping to fifty minutes this week and hitting that sweet spot in my brain again. This morning there was a feeling that I recognized when I reach this point that I'm going to start referring to as home.
The home I grew up in was rife with tension, hostility, emotional and mental instability. I've carried that with me wherever I've gone in my life. I've carried that tension in my body, in my dreams, and carried it forward into my relationships. Now I risk passing it on to my son.
That quiet, restful place in my brain that I reach once the magnetic energy starts flowing is the only place I've ever felt relieved of this. It's why I keep coming back to it again and again.
I realized this morning that this is my home. This is my safe place. This has always been my safe place. In Maine, I would reach this safe place while walking on the beach. When I was living on deBullion, I would reach it by walking on the Mountain.
In the last seven years, I've been blessed to reach it here, in this kitchen and by the pond at Jarry. I remember a few years ago, when I got the first notice about having my apartment taken back, I had an insight that it didn't matter because I had a home. This stability is my home.
The home I grew up in was rife with tension, hostility, emotional and mental instability. I've carried that with me wherever I've gone in my life. I've carried that tension in my body, in my dreams, and carried it forward into my relationships. Now I risk passing it on to my son.
That quiet, restful place in my brain that I reach once the magnetic energy starts flowing is the only place I've ever felt relieved of this. It's why I keep coming back to it again and again.
I realized this morning that this is my home. This is my safe place. This has always been my safe place. In Maine, I would reach this safe place while walking on the beach. When I was living on deBullion, I would reach it by walking on the Mountain.
In the last seven years, I've been blessed to reach it here, in this kitchen and by the pond at Jarry. I remember a few years ago, when I got the first notice about having my apartment taken back, I had an insight that it didn't matter because I had a home. This stability is my home.
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