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My acupuncture treatments are exponentially more powerful when I connect with myself, when I see myself, when I respect myself.
I cannot help another human being if I am not coming from my true self.
Oh, Thich Nhat Hanh. You invoke thoughts of a tranquil sea and convenient that I'm there in my imagination, so I take advantage and add in the warmth of the sunshine, the softness of the air.
I bask in the still.
A hurricane is exciting until you are the eye of the storm, and you lose yourself and everything around you to the centrifugal force. That's the thing with physics: a body in motion stays in motion and in this sense, it is destructive - be it a literal, external hurricane or a figurative, internal one.
But there is also peace is movement, and movement does not equate destruction. The smooth flow of movement promotes growth and change. When you find yourself in the tumult of the surf, for survival you must flow with it, not fight it. Growing up on the ocean, I learned early to not fight it - because, the ocean will always win. (It's kind of like New York City in that way.) Swim alongside, dive under the waves.
Being stuck in a riptide gives new meaning to "go with the flow" and forces innovation when panic might otherwise be the first responder.
I took this picture on the A43 in France, on our way from Lyon to Geneva. My friend Erikka and I were both white-knuckled, unsure of how we were going to actually make it to the airport in Switzerland, considering that we had to take the backroads through the French countryside and our experience of driving through the countrysides of both France and Italy were like, HARROWING. Beautiful! Oh my goodness, whoever happened to be the passenger on each particular drive must have looked like a wide-eyed puppy dog with it's head out the window and tail wagging - but seriously, it was stressful. Even if we had a working knowledge of the language (we didn't) and some semblance of GPS (didn't have that, either), I think it would have been difficult because of the terrain and the weather (in a Fiat) alone.
Ultimately, we were led to the airport by a man who drove an hour out of his way to get us there - now fondly referred to as Angel Muhammed. He knew the twists and turns of the roads; he knew to pull over when he zipped ahead and our little Fifi, combined with our paltry manual-driving skills, had us lagging behind. Erikka and I refer to our faith in God, the Universe - whatever you want to name the Creative Energy - as Morgan (named after Morgan from The Mindy Project, duh) and that day, we cried in happiness and disbelief, which in conjunction really felt like belief, as we experienced such security in insecurity. We weren't relying on Morgan complacently; rather, we were completely grateful for it and felt to be a part of it - and we sang that from the freakin' mountaintop (ok, maybe from our respective planes home - but planes are even higher than mountaintops, which makes the gratitude exponentially... taller).
The experience highlighted the beauty of the flow - that there is trust in the the movement of Creative Energy.
In The Wisdom of Insecurity, Alan Watts goes on to say, "But the contradiction lies a littler deeper than the mere conflict between the desire for security and the fact of change. If I want to be secure, that is, protected from the flux of life, I am wanting to be separate from life. Yet it is this very sense of separateness which makes me feel insecure. To be secure means to isolate and fortify the "I," but it is just the feeling of being an isolated "I" which makes me feel lonely and afraid. In other words, the more security I can get, the more I shall want. To put it still more plainly: the desire for security and the feeling of insecurity are the same thing: to hold your breath, and lose your breath."
Happy Sunday, everyone :)
This was taken on 4th Avenue in Brooklyn - technically in Gowanus, being on the west side of the street. But cross over to Park Slope and head east 2 blocks to 6th Ave and it only gets healthier: graffiti that vociferously states KALE CHIPS.