My Body. My Truth.
If I learned anything in the last year, it was that my body was one of my most underutilized assets in my health, happiness, and wholeness. Turns out my essential self speaks through my body, while my social self (and her band of chatty monkeys) speaks through my mind.
My essential self is quiet.
My social self is really NOISY.
When I take a moment to notice how my body is reacting to my thoughts, I feel that thought's effects.
When I entertain a thought that creates suffering, my body notices. It tightens. It recoils. It feels heavy.
But when a true thought crosses my mind, my body feels like freedom. It flutters. It gets lighter. It flies.
I've learned to stop believing everything I think.