It has always been.
Reflects the blood under my skin.
Enhances my fire,
or at least the blaze of its now dull desire.
It drives my swaying hips,
does magic tricks.
It justifies a sultry lingering air.
It has always been.
Even knowing lots of concepts, one never really has all the answers. Such is human nature.
I got inspired by one of my clients to write about this article, because her situation applies to many people. When I met her, she lived absorbing the sorrows and miseries of her clients. She put herself down to please others. She is extremely empathetic, compassionate, sweet… and she walked with her shoulders down, a rounded back, slouching, bending over to the point I almost had to bend my neck looking for her face to meet her eyes. She was very wobbly on her knee and elbow joints, almost as if her joints were saying ‘sorry for being myself’, apologizing and saying thank you for everything to everyone, putting everybody’s needs first before hers.
With the fingers of one hand
I count the souls that have seen mine.
For that reason they come close,
some even stay,
and for the same reason they run away,
some leaving no trace.
I wasn’t sure whether this article’s title should start with the male word or the female word. Would it make me a feminist if I place the word ‘female’ first? Does it make me a submissive lady by writing the word ‘male’ first? Labels, labels, labels… the world isn’t world if we don’t put things in boxes. We are so quick to judge and make conclusions.
Anyway, I am just warning you beforehand that this post has nothing to do with fitness or breathing, but it’s something interesting 🙂
It won’t be of bad nutrition,
lack of exercise or stress.
Not a jump over the bridge,
nor a plant falling on the head.
There is a hidden virus, much more dangerous than any passing infection, living amongst us at all times. It drives our decisions in life, concealed in the depths of our subconscious. The more crowded the social environment we live in is, the more we suffer from it (it’s more present in the big cities than in the villages – thanks to advertising and the competitive world). It’s the virus of not being enough, of not feeling worthy. We grow up believing we aren’t beautiful enough, rich enough, strong enough, capable enough, able enough, caring enough, tall enough, slim enough, etc, etc…
One also has her own limits. Since I am in the world of fitness, from my very first session with my very first client up to this very morning, there is one thing that I haven’t ceased to repeat, and that thing is: “Breathe!”. Even with my long-term clients it is still a concept not embedded in their brains. No matter in which way I say it or demonstrate it, when or how many times. They either breathe the other way round to my instruction or they just directly don’t breathe (they withhold it), even when they are dying with exhaustion, they hold on to their air for dear life.
Sound is Movement. Frequency moves. Movement sounds. How is your posture and how is your breathing when you are listening? In which ways can your listening (active attention) improve your hearing (sense)? It often happens that we hear a lot of things but we aren’t listening. Our body movement, and where we place our tensions, is closely linked to that.
You take the left,
I take the right.
They are indeed separate paths,
yet somewhat parallel.
Often times the way gets curvy,
narrow, rocky and full of holes.