Movement Meditation Is My Bliss
I was enjoying a cool evening run earlier this week after work. I make an intention of trying to get outside at least once a day to recharge and refresh, even if it’s getting dark. I have close to a two hour daily commute and as you have imagine, there are about a million other things I would rather do and trust me, I daydream about doing almost half of these things on these long, exhausting commutes. I try to use this time productively and listen to motivational speakers and inspiring talks that help add meaning to the time as it passes.
Like many of you, I also listen to music, very loudly sometimes, to hopefully motivate myself to exercise when I get home. I make a promise to myself to go, even if it’s nearly dark when I get home. I lace up my Nikes, cue my ‘running ham’ playlist on my iPhone and head out. These photos were taken on such a night.
As I was jogging along the quiet streets I started thinking about where my mind goes when I exercise. Exercise is an amazing release for me. I have been a dancer for nearly thirty-six years now. I began taking ballet classes at the age of seven and have never stopped. I’ve often said that dancing is my first love in this life and I continue to love it to this day.
I started practicing yoga in my early twenties, back in the early 90's before it was all the trend and sanctified by the rich and famous. I took yoga classes at the University of Oregon while I was a dance major there to help me prevent injuries and spend extra time stretching. Back then it was just me and a bunch of smelly hippies in a small studio with poor ventilation but, I went and kept going because I discovered that I really needed and longed for those moments when my mind was quiet. I find that after years of dancing, running, yoga, hiking and other athletic pursuits, I crave the quiet head space, ‘the zone,’ the stillness of my inner space. My workouts have become as a physical meditation to clear my mind and let go of all the mind-chatter that dominates my thoughts during the day.
Life is shaped from the inside out.
The sun is setting and the blue of the sky is fading and while the sun falls, I have a moment of clarity. A message. A realization. These moments when my mind is quiet and still are treasures. These moments when I am in touch and connected with my Creator are true bliss. Deep bliss. These are the moments where I imagine dreams coming true and possibilities becoming reality. There are no limits. I actually feel unlimited and timeless. This is the place of grace, of healing, of wholeness.
You have to learn to recognize your own depths.
Joseph Campbell, The Hero’s Journey
Where are you exploring this week? Where are you journeying today? What will you discover? Taste? Learn? Create? Dream? How are you living a blessed and blissed life? Share with me on Instagram @bringblissback and tag #blissbabe and #bringblissback. See you on the trails of life! It’s amazing out there. Read more at bringblissback.blogspot.com
So we’re not giving up. How could we! Even though on the outside it often looks like things are falling apart on us, on the inside, where God is making new life, not a day goes by without his unfolding grace. These hard times are small potatoes compared to the coming good times, the lavish celebration prepared for us. There’s far more here than meets the eye. The things we see now are here today, gone tomorrow. But the things we can’t see now will last forever.
2 Corinthians 4:16–18
Originally published at bringblissback.blogspot.com on May 14, 2015.