Most of us unknowingly go through life with a tight grip in our inner core. this inner psychological grip corresponds to an outer physiological one. The mind is designed to grasp ideas, and the hands and arms are made to grasp objects. Each form of grasping is an attempt to be in control. Grasping ideas of ourselves and the world- virtual models of reality- allows us to plan, which provides a sense of control, however illusory this control may be. In times of stress we may believe that we need to get a stronger grip on ourselves. In truth, we need to relax it. Our main stress comes from being too tightly wound. We need to be both alert and relaxed to gracefully navigate the road, as well as our life…..John J. Prendergast
the depth of our capability to sit in our life may fit in proportion to sense our life deeply……finding roots……tending to the vines…..seeking shade and sun as an intuitive reminder…….
As swimmers dare
to lie face to the sky
and water bears them,
as hawks rest upon air
and air sustains them
so would I learn to attain
freefall, and float
into Creator Spirit’s deep embrace,
knowing no effort earns
that all-surrounding grace.
…Denise Levertov
When I am in touch with the truth, there’s a sense of calmness and being well-grounded. When I say calmness, it’s throughout my whole body. It’s a sense of being connected to the earth, almost as if there are roots. When I’m really grounded, it feels like it goes all the way to the center of the earth. It doesn’t matter if I’m walking or I’m sitting, but that is a big part of my foundation…..John Greiner

When finding that connection, that floating, the moment it becomes realized by consciousness is the moment it flies … Like falling into a dream, when we feel it we wake with a start …
touching into the body/mind invites us to settle in between our deeper knowing and our busy mind, creating a spaciousness……yes, that dream to waking state…….I love that early morning moment…..
My favorite times are drifting between worlds and hearing the songs of the ethers in my other ears …