When the grasshopper sings,
It reminds us!
Sometimes there is nothing else to do but take the leap. A leap of faith, a leap of commitment, we must leave the safety of the life we know in search of the life we wish to grow into. I’ve spoken about commitment briefly, and the trouble I have with it. All sorts of fears get the better of me, but I don’t really notice them in detail, just an instinctual flinching and drawing away.
Having discovered what things in life really fill me with passion recently, I set out to chase them down. I saw that it would mean making changes in my life, and making plans and commitments to reach the goals that so easily materialized before my eyes.
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It is the body that is my focus in life. It is my gateway into heart, into spirit, and into the pure pleasure of existance. I’ve practiced Tai Chi, been to Alexander Technique lessons, dabbled in yoga, taught myself some Pilates and have been learning to run and swim not just for fitness but for the challenge and joy of doing so with ever improving technique. I’ve been to the gym, lifted weights, cycled up and down hills, and fasted. I’ve learned some Reiki, danced the spirits in a yurt down in Brighton, learned some basic reflexology and indian head massage, and applied acupressure on myself. I’ve visited an osteopath, had acupuncture and been shiatsu massaged. I’ve moved my awareness along energy meridians and pathways, and I’ve gone barefoot for months at a time along street and mud and grass and stone. It’s all been a rich tapestry of learning.
Awareness of how I move has been a preoccupation of mine ever since I began those first few lessons of Alexander Technique, seeing for the first time how interlinked my thoughts and attention and awareness were with my body, how inefficient I was, and how efficient I could be if I learned to relax and bring awareness to the little habits that so often go unnoticed. As time has gone on, I’ve endeavoured to improve my posture, bringing strength and flexibility to my muscles and joints, breathing deeply into my lungs, and giving my organs the space they need to function at their best. I’ve relished massage, with its sudden release of tension and with it the ability to feel and sense the muscle once more. The more I’ve released tensions in my body, the more I’ve released them in my mind, and vice versa.
The body is a joy and a pleasure, a toy of the spirit and our only true possession for this lifetime. It is a miracle of such complexity that a lifetime of study would only scratch the surface. In a very real way, the more I’ve learned to get in touch with my body, the more I’ve learned to get in touch with the whole of me.
And speaking then, of getting in touch, I come on to this desire of mine, this sudden realization of what I want to do with myself: Massage. In short, I want to learn to heal with my hands. To provide comfort, relaxation, and enable others to share in the space and awareness of the body that is possible. Having been on short reflexology and indian head massage courses, I’ve learned some basics, and if I do say so myself, I’m pretty good at it.
But so soon after deciding upon this, and writing down a plan of action (research courses for getting qualified, what I’d need to do for funding, etc. as well as a timeline), I found myself fearful and despairing at the idea of it all. When I could take it no more, I spoke to Paulo, a good friend of mine, who became a sounding board for me, simply allowing me to voice all of my fears and verbalize things that up until then I’d only been feeling at a very unconscious level. In the end, once all the fears were out there, fears of failure, fears of success (and the change it’d bring), fear of making a wrong choice, fear of finding out it isn’t what I thought it would be, fear that in the end it wouldn’t change anything at all… I saw that really, there is nothing to lose, and everything to gain. If you carry on as you are, you’ll only get more of the same, and I know what that’s like, and I want something else. So the choice is obvious. Choose the unknown, the possible success, instead of the known, the certain failure. Rejuventated, I saw all of those fears, and though they didn’t go away, I saw that they no longer needed to stop me. I could meet the challenge of each of them.
And so, full commitment came. I finished my research, and went ahead and called up the Adult Education centre. I’m waiting now for an information/application pack, so I have done all I can for now. And I tell you, it feels wonderful. A whole new direction has opened up for me, and it doesn’t matter that I don’t know where it might lead, I know that this is what I want to be doing, and I trust that this step will be a step in the path of development, and the path of following my interests and passions.
So it is that I have taken the leap. And now that I have committed myself, that fear of failure has taken a backseat, to be replaced with a feeling of endurance. For surely to make this happen there are other things to be taken care of, including sorting out the money to pay for it. I like practicalities, and with the change of reason behind earning money, my ideas about it are different as well, no longer so idealistic, with different motivations come different parameters. So we could be seeing some big changes in my life there as well, having been getting by without regular employment for some months, even years now.
This has been a long and rambling post, and I’m sure I’ve been in and out of different tenses of language many times, but I felt it important to get this stuff out there, to show you that behind the well written spiritual wisdom and advice for practical living is a person who gets tangled up from time to time, just as we all do. I’m well on my way now to becoming the man I want to become, and for all of you I wish every success in becoming the people you want to be, and finding the things that make your heart sing and chasing them down with all the courage you can muster.
“Don’t ask what the world needs - ask what makes you come alive and then go and do that. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.” - Howard Martin.