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Feeling is the language of the body. The body communicates in the realm of the sensual. Not purely sexual... although that too... but in the sensations. I notice this most purely when I walk into the forest. I walk into the forest and I feel the difference in the air... sometimes cooler, but always crisper, clearer than in town or in my house or in my car. The sounds of the air moving through the trees, the birds, buzzing of insects. My body instantly reacts to the sense of time that is in a forest... I feel it on my skin... though I don't have words for it.  This is the subtle language the body speaks in. And though it's subtle, it's not unimportant. This is the sensory ability that we want to cultivate in order to hear the guidance of the body wisdom. It is in the senses that we find the answers for which we often spend our time searching. They are already within you. When and how do you experience the subtle information? The knowledge that isn't knowing? What helps you get there?
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Before I knew that Earth was my mother… Before I knew that I belonged… I lived on a tiny island. I saw seals and turtles entangled in fishing nets… caught and trapped in a situation they moved into innocently I knew the binding in my own life And I felt their struggle to breathe against the compression I was able to cut some of them lose. There were thousands of birds With every voice you could imagine. The albatross danced and mated and fed their young plastic Because they didn’t understand the world man had made. I felt the pain in their bellies I too had been fed things that did not nourish me …and I did not fully understand the world I lived in. I watched the seals give birth Nurse their babies laying belly to the sky on the beach I felt the possibility course through my veins And I wondered at it… because in my mind Possibility was bound tight… but... I also found it wasn’t I learned on that island that I am a wild being Often caught up in things I do not understand. I learned on that island, of compassion, of wildness constricted, Of the truth that some things must die And some must persist to bring new life into the world I began to feel the mother earth, and the warm salty waters I began to feel my own life force… and to feed it. I learned to forage for nourishment rather than emptiness And I learned that life and death are all part of the mother.  |
Jill CliftonI'm an explorer of inner realms, a pattern observer, and an invitation maker. I believe that healing the world starts within. If you organize your blog conversations through Bloglovin' you can follow me there...
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