You don’t have to try so hard. You don’t have to brace yourself. You can relax. Put a smile on your face. Breathe. Aaaaahhhh…..
Cough out the holding in. Trying to be prepared. The bracing mechanism. It’s so serious! It makes everything so serious.
Relaxation is where it’s at. Relaxing, relaxing and relaxing. Who would’ve known? It’s not what we were taught. When you’re triggered, you clench up even more. You get tighter and tighter. Nobody ever mentioned anything about relaxing, it wasn’t even in their vocabulary.
No. This is the time to relax even more. Relax even deeper. How sweet! How tender. How gentle. It’s counterintuitive. It’s not what the mind is used to but it’s what the body loves and needs.
And let the clenching mechanism do it’s thing. It clenches on it’s own. And you notice. Breathe into that. Breathe into the clench. Let the clench have some air. Give it some oxygen.
The clench is the past. It’s unprocessed energy. Undigested information. It needs the softening. It needs the relaxation, the sinking in. It needs no jobs. No chores. But space. Breathing room. Here-ness. Now-ness. Love.
Simple things. Stay hydrated. Put yourself first. Body movement. Stretches. Yoga. Naps. Baths. Touch. Quiet. Laughter. Garden. Walks. Cats.
Stay on the same wavelength as the cats. On the ground. On the earth.
You’re not on a mission here. You don’t need to operate in the ‘go, go, go’ mindset or matrix of being ahead of things. You can be behind. Really far far behind. Very very slow. The last one. The forgotten one. The useless one.
There is so much beauty and simplicity in being useless. Like a cat.
Resting. Foraging. Playful. Precise. No bullshit. No catering. Almost demonic hissing. Soft purring. Alert. But relaxed. Graceful. Truth-full eyes. Majestic. Embodied. Slow. But also really fast. Nimble. Unenthused. Fiercely protective of it’s own. Not exactly a welcomer.
And completely useless.
I’m like cat here, a no-name slob. We belong to nobody and nobody belongs to us. We don’t even belong to each other.
Holly Golightly, Breakfast At Tiffany’s