I am a creature of thoughts

http://thesmarthappyproject.com/five-pointed-star-nature

*No question; answer is before*

I am a creature of thoughts. I think because I think. I am amused and bemused by the thoughts I listen to.

I receive parental and peer suggestion that encourage me to rely on my “powers of thought”.

I am later informed of the pointlessness of over-thinking, and later still I am warned about giving credence to the chattering “monkey” mind.

I am in truth another creature of the gardens of Eden, alike unto the sentient beings who share my air, earth, and water.

I am naturally attuned to the rhythms of light and dark, hunger and thirst.

I am another seeker after warmth and the supportive companionship of others like myself.

The time I spend in awareness of my own awareness is self absorbing and attractive.

How much time do I devote to my physical comfort, to awareness of my bodily condition?

What feedback is my muscular framework giving me?

What if any noteworthy messages am I receiving from my soma, my joints and tendons, my fascia, the involuntary state of my breathwork?

I can do myself a simple and all-too-rare an honour by listening to myself, by conversing with my soma.

I, as five-pointed star creature, breathe and beat time to a clock of blood.

The form of this timepiece is as far from the assumed reality of my bird-like thought patterns as the ocean depths are from the jetstream.

Pause and see all these are interconnected.

It is when I am injured or unwell that I can see examples of the ungraspable timescales on which my body clock operates.

As I begin to recover, to recuperate, I cannot see any needle on a dial that moves towards wholeness or wellness. It becomes apparent with hindsight, and then only by an effort of will, that I can compare yesterday with today and observe minor changes for the better.

Happiness depends so much more than I have been led to believe on living, on carrying out the routines that sustain my bodily functions.

To tell myself I depend on one part or other of who I am – whether it is mind, body or spirit – is to miss the point.

I am inclined to grasp at fleeting satisfactions, pleasures, successes, drownings. Howsoever tangible they are, they are passing moments in the greater flow.

When the flow is seen to be where and what and who I am part of, that is when I can rest, take my ease, find comfort and be for the most part at peace with myself and with my fellows.

“Summer and Winter

Come and go

See the sense of season

Sleep naked of reason”

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