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There is a place we fall into—sometimes by design, sometimes by Grace—where we get out of our body’s way and let it do what it was made to do. The mind sheds debris and floats. We sink beneath our stories to something truer, something simpler. Tangles loosen. A path opens. Answers come.
We don’t need to search for this place. It is in us, with us, waiting for our breath and attention. We stop. We lift our gaze. We sit with ourselves and wait. It will come. It’s already here.
We become mesmerized by the details of our lives, by our hardships, by our opinions and beliefs. Our minds race to find evidence to shore up our convictions. We suffer and claim the suffering of others. But we can feel it, the offness of it. We are out of sync, forcing a rhythm that is not ours. We pile on more tasks, enlarge our circle of worry, to distract us from the discomfort. It doesn’t occur to us to stop. We slide over that notion, because to stop would be too painful. To stop would threaten all we believe about ourselves and the world. To stop might invite change.
But our bodies remember. In movement and in stillness we come closer to ourselves. We align with the beat of our hearts. The tight fist of our minds open. We find our rhythm.
SandySue Altered
A Mind Divided 
May 30, 2013 @ 05:17:51
Yes. Wonderful post Sandy Sue.
May 30, 2013 @ 14:21:03
You’ve said this in your own way so many times, David, I knew you’d understand.
May 30, 2013 @ 06:13:56
Sandy, this is simply beautiful! I know I have said this before, but there are many times your posts speak directly to me… as if you knew precisely what I needed to hear. This is one of those mornings. Thank you for your wise, and thoughtful words.
May 30, 2013 @ 14:20:37
You know what they say about great minds…
May 30, 2013 @ 06:40:08
Beautiful!
May 30, 2013 @ 14:20:16
Thanks, Denise.
May 30, 2013 @ 09:34:59
can i borrow this writing please? of course i will credit you. hugs, xoxo.
May 30, 2013 @ 14:20:03
Of course. So lovely to rub up against you.
May 30, 2013 @ 14:21:29
absolutely. thank you.
May 30, 2013 @ 23:06:08
once more your timing couldn’t have synchronized to my current rhythm any better if we were sitting together drumming. I bow and listen as you riff off.
btw: the bridge of the Enterprise has seldom been so entertaining.
May 31, 2013 @ 18:37:59
My God, man! I’m a doctor, not a drummer!
Jun 07, 2013 @ 00:14:20
i thought you told me you were a writer not a god man?
Jun 07, 2013 @ 10:25:19
That’s a god woman to you, mister. (Actually, I was just trying to channel McCoy.)
May 31, 2013 @ 03:51:05
Beautifully put.
May 31, 2013 @ 18:36:59
Thanks, Rachel.
Jun 01, 2013 @ 07:57:31
“the tight fist of our minds opens” -lovely- what we all want. But you can’t just order it, like an extra coffee. You have to creep up on it. Catch it in the corner of your eye.
Jun 01, 2013 @ 08:56:59
Hmm…that’s not my experience. I have to deliberately work at it. Thanks for the different perspective, though, Jack.
Jun 01, 2013 @ 10:16:51
You describe what I feel in the moments right before I drop off to sleep. Pity it only happens once a day and for such a very short time.
Jun 01, 2013 @ 11:45:18
Wow. I have to talk myself into sleep with fantasy… create a story to fall into. How nice to drift off in the groove.
Jun 06, 2013 @ 22:27:43
No, no LittleSunDog: she was speaking directly to/for ME ! 😉 It did occur to me, that although I am in an exciting place of clarifying my thinking about something, my hackles raising just ever so slightly in response to another’s different understanding was indication of my “…mind racing …to find evidence to shore up my convictions”. So I let go, opened my fisted mind. I just love the way you write, SandySue.
Jun 07, 2013 @ 10:26:19
Bless your heart, Linda. We just need reminders, sometimes.