dance through life...

seven days. seven journal posts. a simply journey I embarked on this past week with a fellow artist to get us unstuck & out of our need to control and perfect our out flow. I loved it. 

Resistance...

Saturday
October 1, 2016
9:34am

Laly & Romain have gone to Orange Grove Markets, I slept in until just after 8am, maybe 8:30am. It felt good. Healing. I understand now that that time in the morning for sleep is really important for healing. It was the first time in a week that I had been able to sleep after 6am.

Resistance. I woke thinking about it, understanding it at a cellular level, like it finally - maybe another layer - went into the body, my body. That being sick with this flu, how much energy goes into resisting it, fearing it. That it's not the symptoms that are taking the energy but my resistance to the symptoms, my fighting against the symptoms, because I fear it means more than a flu. And how resistant I am, and in fear of so many everyday things. This wind, for example, for the past two days, rattling the windows. Fear. Why? Wind is wind: I fear it is more than it is. I fear it will create damage. I fear its strength and force when I need to walk out in it. Because I'm not allowing it to be. I'm stiff, fighting against it instead of going with the flow. Wind is not controllable. So why resist it? Wind is not good or bad. It's wind. Like sun. Sun is not good or bad. It's sun. When it's so hot and burning, we say it's bad. When it's gentle and low, we think it's good. But it's neither, it's sun. So much energy invested in the concept - the illusion - of good and bad. So much. 

And food: so much resistance to what is good and bad for us. So much of my energy going into what's right and wrong for me every moment of the day. So many 'shoulds' and 'what ifs' - "what if this dandelion tea with soy is not good for me?". Right. Wrong. Good. Bad. Right. Wrong. Good. Bad. Wrong. Right. Bad. Good. Wrong. Right. Bad. Good. Like money as success - it's only a concept, an illusion, an idea. Money as success I mean. It's an illusion. A belief. That isn't tangible. Money is money. It's not good or bad. It's not right or wrong. So much resistance into it being bad. Too much is bad...

...11:30am...I've been thinking more about good, bad, right, wrong. How invested we all are in it, categorising everything, even every feeling and emotion gets drawn into it. Sad? To be sad is bad. Depressed: Bad. Joy: Good. Happy: Good. And good is right. Bad is wrong. Even intuition. Being in alignment with our intuition: Good. Following intuition: Good. Not = bad. To be alive: good. Dead: Bad. And on and on it goes. How incredible. Indoctrinated into our entire being. This feeling? Good. That feeling? Bad...

[excerpt from my personal journey entry from today, unedited.]