I collapsed into a grand mal seizure... A CT scan revealed its cause was a golf-ball-sized brain tumor, a meningioma, that required a resection.
Anansi and the Maroon and indigenous dwellers of the jungle had indirectly taught me that my 'primitive brain' and instinctual self, contrary to popular Western belief, were not ruled by fear and existential angst.
The mind has to tell the body that there is no option of staying in bed and that it must make it to class and to work despite the 1,000 pound lead body suit. Thank you, Seraquil. The mind has to tell the brain to stop whispering thoughts of suicide because the heart is just about to give in. ...
Conscious and deliberate use of your breath is like accessing a superpower you never realized you had! I'd say that was definitely worth devoting a few minutes daily practice to, wouldn't you?
What if we simply chose to take one step? A small one, a big one, any step. What if we listened to the small urges guiding us and took a break from listening to the arguments of our mind? The brain is so good at organizing, criticizing and judging -- always living in the past or some imagined ...
This morning I told Jasmijn that if I could trade places with any other animal, I’d be a sparrow. They fly up high and around our home night and day in long diving circles, shouting at each other. How unbound and wild and full of fun I imagine them to be.