Dear Open ,

After a long period of continual shifts and twists and turns in my ( karmic ) story ,I am feeling rather frazzled. Hence I started a course 6 weeks ago in getting in touch with my body . I recognised how much I ignore and supersede the promptings of my body . It is so much easier to hang out in the higher vibes that I have through my lifetime paid only an occasional glance at this vehicle. I am changing that now. Sitting everyday in the fragmentations that I can feel in my lower 3 chakras seems to be the next thing to “do”. And my first lesson is that of self compassion. A deep acknowledgement of traumas and sensations I was papering over with intellectual propaganda before . I am still very much in the grip of this intellectual addiction ,but I have seen it for the first time !

As I get in touch with this “soft animal body “ as Mary Oliver puts it ,I feeling much more grounded . My spirit seems to be coming home . My diet is automatically shifting and my nervous system is settling as I start to relate to inner child personalities. In the midst of yet another ounce of processing I will see my feelings of worthlessness ,then pride ,the envy ,then something unravels ,yet again. I am finding my natural boundaries in how much I want to engage with my 5 senses . In many ways I feel like I am relearning how to be in this body and nervous system and despite all the very “real “ challenges of the simulation I am finding peace and flow .

Here is a beautiful poem by mary Oliver “Wild Geese”

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting—
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

Deep Bow to my Openhand Family . I am excited that I will be seeing you soon !

Megha