You spend twenty minutes googling that scene from a show or movie where the beatnik audience snaps in applause instead of clapping. But you can’t find it. The next morning you overhear co-workers talking about that beatnik episode from Happy Days where they snap instead of clap. You wonder where that dog that used to come into the office has been. And today, he’s here. You’ve been thinking about someone that you have not talked to in a very long time. The phone rings. You have a dream about a place that you’ve never been to but the feeling of that place is familiar even while you sleep. The next morning, the dream is forgotten. A friend invites you on an outing, someplace new, the moment you arrive you think, I’ve been here before, even though you never have.
I like to think in term of frequencies. You tap in and you tap out.
Just like the days you’re convinced that you and 2,500 of your closest friends all decided at the exact same time to go to the post office and then Starbucks and then Trader Joe’s, in that order. We are linked. And the thread that links us does not connect us via the brain, but through the energy that flows in and around and through us, through our bodies. That undercurrent is the unmanifested, as Eckhart Tolle calls it.
” Through the inner body, you are inseparably connected to this unmanifested One Life — birthless, deathless, eternally present—through the inner body, you are forever one…” – Eckhart Tolle
It is not only my goal to get my body back to a healthier state but to stop ignoring it as if it is not a part of me. I spend so much time in my mind, thinking, planning, processing, worrying, remembering, setting expectations, and always what if-ing. Always what if-ing for the infinite possibilities of what may be, which is insanity… you cannot plan for the infinitely unknown, it is infinitely impossible.
Blood Pressures Readings:
- 1/17/18 – 6am – 166/87
- 1/17/18 – 5pm – 142/85
- 1/18/18 – 6am – 127/66
- 1/18/18 – 10pm – 124/59
- 1/19/18 – 6am – 121/68
I put away all the salt shakers in the house. If you knew how much I love salt, you would know what a big deal this is. They (yes, plural salt shakers) used to sit out on the counter, the kitchen table, the coffee table, always within reach. I salted food in all its stages—from prepping to cooking to placing the food on my plate—long before I took the time to actually taste the food. I kept a salt shaker on my desk at work. Today I threw it in the garbage.
Tonight, I row and SDHP…