No one would ask a moth to go back to being a caterpillar. (Fun fact: many moths have no mouth in their adult stage. Like a living statue that is trying to procreate.)
So “back to” anything isn’t a phrase to serves us after a metamorphosis, like the one I’ve had (double mastectomy, menopause, chemo). And many of us metamorphose every 5 years or so.
Maybe in the healing parlance, the limitation is a “return to known place” myopia, even when the template doesn’t fit. We change all of the time: are always becoming something new. That’s clearer than ever to me now.
I joined a gym and go every other day; my stamina is already out of the basement! The gym has people of every age and mobility level. It’s awesome. It’s hard to be embittered with life (which I definitely was two years ago. A grief thing) when people are trying their best from where they’re at. Moving forward and making things are transgressive acts these days.
Music corner
Meditation corner
I read this to AP at bedtime, paraphrasing the “I” parts. It’s short and impactful.
Source: Meditation and Mindfulness by Shiva Rose
