Shaky Foot Wisdom
September 18, 2020
Like a Well-Oiled Machine
or a Dry Tin Man?
I had grown accustomed over the years, even through thrown stop sticks, to riding comfortably along the typical roller coaster thrill ride of living. And now, already, the body just does not feel as if it fits the same as before. I have become a Tin Man with parts that often now feel as if each needs a shot of oil or some other curative elixir.
Even in the middle of grieving the losses, real and imagined, of a life yet unplanned and heretofore limitless, I am still holding as firm as possible to living the best life circumstances allow.
There are bright moments of meditation or insight of the solid truth of what is going on. Nothing has changed really for I am not my body. I am not my mind and I am not my emotions. I am all of this and none of this, for what continues to resonate is an untamed unnamed consciousness carefree and connected to the all that is.
There is certain freedom at times in knowing this truth. And then the body in a not so coy whisper seeks attention in the form of pain. Even in the speaking and writing of this, a glimmer of relief flits by as I know and feel the experience of not my body, not my mind and not my emotions.
Perhaps the path to being pain free is to see this as just another emotion to be experienced as merely clouds passing by and to affirm the vision I wish to manifest, that I am indeed a Well-Oiled machine.