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Something outside my window catches my attention and I glance up from the computer screen to see a bird land on the branch of a tree.

I’m contemplating the Creator, the Divine, the Universe, whatever you want to call it.

I’m contemplating Love as the force and the source;  Love wanting to know itself, to see itself, to be revealed to itself.

I’m thinking of the Universe looking back upon itself.

I’m contemplating the paradox of oneness and separateness, of experiencing and being Love.

I wonder:

Am I being revealed to myself by way of noticing that the bird sees me?

Does the bird in the tree see itself, know itself to exist, by way of me seeing it?

Callie, the yellow lab, barks at my front door.  She wants a biscuit and a walk. She is my reminder of the importance of adventure, so off we go winding our way through various trails in the local woods.

I ponder the perception of trees. If a tree can’t see with eyes, how am I revealed to myself through a tree?  I pause before a redwood use my body as a kind of gauge to sense how the tree lets me know I exist. There is a feeling in my body. It’s a knowing, yes, and it’s a vibration. It’s also a groundedness, rootedness and strength. These are the words I give the vibration. Easy enough to be with and there is a haunting that’s a bit harder for me to receive: the grandness of size.

photo: Kathy Loh

photo: Kathy Loh

At the river, I listen to the bubbling conversation of the water clamoring over rocks. Sound is another way of knowing, of being known. If I were blind, I would not use sight and I would certainly use sound.

How do I come to know myself through sound? Maybe this is why I find music, especially singing, so compelling.

I sing, and I hear myself, therefore I am?

You sing and I listen, therefore I am? We are?

I watch Callie follow her nose in excited pursuit of something that does not exist for me, but is highly potent for her. She experiences her world through her nose and ears more than her sight.  Imagine how the grasses experience Callie and how they experience themselves in relationship to her.

Wherever you are sitting now, stop and close your eyes and explore all your senses.

What if the only way you had ever known your world was without sight?

What if the only way you had ever known your world was through touch?

What if touch and sound were the only way you “saw” yourself?

What opens up for you in your experience of yourself, others and “reality” when you explore these and similar questions?

These are the contemplations that in-form me today.

Copyright(c) May 2009, Kathy Loh, All Rights Reserved

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I drove the 10 hour run from San Diego to Santa Cruz yesterday, entertained myself with good music and listened yet again to The power of Myth. It’s a 6 CD set of interviews of Joseph Campbell by Bill Moyers and it is worth yearly revisits.

At one point, Campbell (one of the most celebrated scholars of world mythology) talks about the accord needed between the mind and the body to find our center. He says the mind is interested in doings and in finding meaning. The body is not so interested in meaning as it is in being and experience.

I’ve noticed, in myself and in clients, a tendency to separate from the body. We talk about getting it in shape and what it will or won’t do. We forget that we are our bodies, at least while we are here having this human experience.

I don’t know about you, but my body will always get the best of me if I try to do something it does not want to do. It will give me information and feedback in the form of headaches, sprained ankle, a wrist that no longer wants to type, a cold, you name it. I’ve learned to listen to the wisdom of my body.

While the mind is willing to tolerate, to maintain intense focus for hours at a time, the body has its own sense of what’s good for it. When we forget to satisfy all of our senses, we are neglecting our bodies. Our bodies want to feel fully alive!

I just found out this morning that an informal Holy Body Day is happening this Friday May 22nd and I’m inviting you to join us.  I came across this in Moira Mallison’s blog Authentic Body Project. She credits our mutual friend Cynthia Morris with the inspiration. Cynthia  writes in her blog Journey Juju that she was in Portugal May 22, 2008 where they celebrate Dia de Corpo de Cristo. It translates Holy Body Day.  OK, that’s a different event, true, but Cynthia decided to designate it as a personal Holy Body Day.

AND why not celebrate a day of our bodies?

If, when you rise on Friday morning, your body gets to choose what it wants to experience that day, how might it respond? How will your body in-form you?

Trumpet Vine (K Loh)

Trumpet Vine (K Loh)

I’m guessing mine will say:

  • Let my feet feel the soft forest earth beneath them as I follow them down to the river
  • Let my skin soak up some warm sunshine and feel the cool waters run the length of me
  • Vibrate with the sounds of some relaxing music and with the chanting of my own voice
  • Breathe in scents of lavender, trumpet vine, ocean spray, pines in the warm mid-day sun
  • Mindfully attend to cooking foods that delight me and let my tastebuds dance a slow dance with each bite
  • Relax on the patio lounger in the cool night air and feast on the Milky Way (New moon is 24th)
  • Dawdle like a school child while walking nowhere in particular and take in the many curiosities of this world like colorful flowers, butterflies, strange bugs, interesting sticks, singing birds, trees that come alive with “faces” in their trunks and dancing boughs.

Won’t you join us? How will you celebrate Holy Body Day this Friday?

(oh oh, I can already hear someone saying: soaking up the rays of the fluorescents, vibrating with the hum of the lunch room frig, warming myself by the photocopier lamp…) Hey, if that’s you, go for it!

Spread the word!

all images and words copyright(C) May 2009 Kathy Loh All rights reserved

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I had a fabulous weekend! I spent three days coming face to face with how I create my reality by way of what I truly desire along with what beliefs I hold and choices I’ve made that might work in opposition to those desires. I’d been through this Lucid Living course before and what was noticeably different for me was the embodiment and confidence I have that this new choice this new reality I am creating is sustainable. I am claiming responsibility for my life. I am my own authority.

Then I ran headlong into Monday morning “back at the ranch.” I sifted through pages of email (most of it not worth reading), multiple requests for schedule changes, requests for my expertise and time for free, back-logged social media strings with which to catch up. I got really agitated.

I know enough to honor where I am at and be with what I am feeling before trying to move on or shift into higher resonance. So, I sat with my agitation and very quickly I got an image of the beach. There is this thing that happens in knee deep water when the receding waters leaving the beach run into the incoming waters rushing toward shore. They bump up against each other and create a huge splash.

That’s what is happening with me. The outgoing reality is bumping up against the incoming reality. It takes time for things to shift. I’m caught in the bump and splash and it irritates me. Except, now that I see what it is, I’m moving from agitated to excited. I call it evidence that I am on my intended track.

I took my agitation into the woods for a walk, hoping to entrain with rhythm of the trees which seem relatively calm in the light drizzle of the morning. While on the trail, I got some external information that mirrored my internal state. First, I saw a vulture soaring over my house. The vulture eats carrion, that which is already dead. It is about purification and releasing. I am purifying my beliefs and choices so as to claim more responsibility and powerful new beliefs and choices. I am releasing old baggage. Let the vultures come and finish it off.

Then, I saw a centipede. It’s the first one I’ve seen in my more than three years of walking this particular trail. I laughed and said to Harley, the lab that accompanied me, “Wow, look how fast it goes. I guess I’d go fast too if I had 100 legs.” Centipedes are good luck. They are also about coordinated effort, the kind that is unconsciously competent. Many small steps will make me agile and help me move quickly.

I mused upon the fact that the vulture soars high and the centipede is about as close to the ground as you can get and both thrive off of decaying matter. All that is decaying is good compost, fertilizer for new growth.  I did some good inner work this weekend. Now my outer world is reminding me to follow through with my intentions. I am reminded: purify, release, coordinate my efforts.

All of it informs me that I am in the perfect place; the place of tension between; where things seem out of alignment for awhile as shift happens. My willingness to be uncomfortable, to surrender to agitation, is part of the purification and nurturance process. It will keep me from washing ashore too soon without proper completion and it keeps me from slipping back into default mode in an effort to preserve an illusion of comfort.

Today I am the vulture and the centipede. I am soaring and grounded at one and the same time. No wonder I feel agitated. Or, did feel agitated, because in recognizing these things, I am filled with gratitude and I find myself happy and hopeful again.

With one hundred feet on the ground my resonance is soaring!

What feedback is your current reality offering you?

How are you in-formed today?

 copyright (c) Kathy Loh, May 2009, all rights reserved

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