I tried to write this four times yesterday, I swear, but it was not to be. (No excuses!) You get this one this morning, and the next prompt later on today.
Prompt: Body integration. This year, when did you feel the most integrated with your body? Did you have a moment where there wasn’t mind and body, but simply a cohesive YOU, alive and present?
And since I tried writing this four times, I really don’t feel like getting much into this topic. But isn’t it a weird one? I’m much more interested in people who find themselves feeling divorced from their bodies.
You see, I get migraines. And other fun stuff in my head. And I rarely feel disconnected from my body. Anyone who suffers from migraines more often than occasionally will tell you that they are aware of everything in the environment that might trigger the pain and nausea and wishes for extinction. Cigarette smoke, stress, eyestrain, and dehydration do it for me. This container has to be protected from anything that will put me through the hours (or worse, days) of an average migraine. And let me tell you, when a migraine happens, both your body and mind are suffering.
There are other things I could probably get into here that are more in step with the prompt. I don’t want to write about sex online (I’ve been writing online for more than a decade! It’s not titillating anymore), but that’s an obvious body/mind integration experience. I could write about yoga, but anyone who already practices knows what I’m talking about better than I could describe it, and anyone who doesn’t wouldn’t have the vocabulary. I could write about my long walks, or my tramps through Toronto that kept me on my feet from morning until dinner, or the summer experience of waking up beneath my window with the sun on my face, or the way the cat finds any nook he can to snuggle into before falling into another nap. Or sinking into steaming bath water in a darkened room with only some essential oil and these candles for company.
I didn’t do anything that put my body to an extreme test, like mountain climbing or anything like that. And I’m not religious or spiritual, so I don’t think of my soul as something separate from my body that will exist after I die. My body is the reason for me. I exist because my body’s here. I can’t get much more integrated than that.