What a beautiful gift; to be able to move, to create motion, to move with bliss, to let bliss move you.
My plan for this blog is to relate my experience of this class. To attempt to put into words the emotions and learning I experience.
I thought of this class as a forum to have a little me time. Time with other women who felt drawn spiritually and I admit a time for physical activity without the word workout in it. I had no idea what I was in for. I love being able to let go of the day, the world, the stress for a time and let my body listen to what it was ready to embody for the others to see. The movement I experience within my body is directed by "spirit".
Never before have I known my body to be spoken of with such beautiful words. I didn't know it could communicate with such authority and wisdom. These arms that carry laundry, hands that hold my coffee, a belly I am never satisfied with, legs that could use a shave, they are seen as magnificent here. I am a conduit, a vessel meant to be poured.
I feel my body looking forward to the movement. I feel the need for the lightening of my soul that I get from each class I attend. I feel as if I am unburdening my soul, and that in that act, the burden I am sloughing off is a gift to the women around me.
I have heard that when you give you also receive. I interpret this to mean that in the act of giving you are rewarded with a feeling of satisfaction. I really felt this was lopsided, I am giving something of value and in return I get warm fuzzies. Now I'm not knocking warm fuzzies because we all need them, but it has never felt like a fair trade. I mean, I can get warm fuzzies without parting with anything of value.
In this space, with this group trade doesn't feel balanced either, but it is stacked in my favor. In EBAM I get to part with the tension, the fear, the mistruths I have been dealing with, and in return I am rewarded with feelings of peace, connectedness and even a little self confidence. This feeling, this reward, is beyond warm fuzzy feelings of satisfaction. It is satisfying on a level of total (yes I will use the words) blissful embodiment.
My plan for this blog is to relate my experience of this class. To attempt to put into words the emotions and learning I experience.
I thought of this class as a forum to have a little me time. Time with other women who felt drawn spiritually and I admit a time for physical activity without the word workout in it. I had no idea what I was in for. I love being able to let go of the day, the world, the stress for a time and let my body listen to what it was ready to embody for the others to see. The movement I experience within my body is directed by "spirit".
Never before have I known my body to be spoken of with such beautiful words. I didn't know it could communicate with such authority and wisdom. These arms that carry laundry, hands that hold my coffee, a belly I am never satisfied with, legs that could use a shave, they are seen as magnificent here. I am a conduit, a vessel meant to be poured.
I feel my body looking forward to the movement. I feel the need for the lightening of my soul that I get from each class I attend. I feel as if I am unburdening my soul, and that in that act, the burden I am sloughing off is a gift to the women around me.
I have heard that when you give you also receive. I interpret this to mean that in the act of giving you are rewarded with a feeling of satisfaction. I really felt this was lopsided, I am giving something of value and in return I get warm fuzzies. Now I'm not knocking warm fuzzies because we all need them, but it has never felt like a fair trade. I mean, I can get warm fuzzies without parting with anything of value.
In this space, with this group trade doesn't feel balanced either, but it is stacked in my favor. In EBAM I get to part with the tension, the fear, the mistruths I have been dealing with, and in return I am rewarded with feelings of peace, connectedness and even a little self confidence. This feeling, this reward, is beyond warm fuzzy feelings of satisfaction. It is satisfying on a level of total (yes I will use the words) blissful embodiment.