Last weekend as I was out for a walk in my local park, I got the urge to explore some new territory within my beliefs about healing body trauma, stamina, commitment, fitness and my creative process.
I’ve received some strong information from my body lately, that it’s time to let go of past disappointments and hard feelings that I have held for too long. Through the luck of a fender bender with a hit and run driver, I have been gifted the opportunity to slow down and feel, listen even more closely to the needs of my body and the stories that she wants to tell.
During my walk, I began by making a pledge to myself that if I were to walk everyday for an extended period of time, a sort of “walk-about,” I could access an altered state for feeling the rhythm of my body. It would be an open door for this creative dialog that I have come to depend upon for making sense of Life these days. So this 1000 days journey on which I am embarking is about creating a long term practice of ecstatic body fitness, deepening the grooves of two way communication between my body, my soul, my environment and my creative expression. I honor my body as the sacred oracle within this vision quest.
I am making the commitment to engage with myself daily for 1000 days in movement, receiving inspiration and expressing what I am learning from listening to my body. A daily photo and a weekly blog post documenting the highlights of my creative discovery feels like a reasonable challenge and loving commitment honoring the experience of being present in my body within my daily life.
Today is being marked as Day One even though I began my “walk-about” 5 days ago. 1000 days is around 2.74 years so that means there is a lot of room for transformation. I am excited to embark upon this open-eyed, open-hearted, shamanic journey sharing my gains and losses and insights. (and beauty)
Day one: My body loves oranges, sweet and sour. Juice on my chin. Chakra flowers, spinning wheels of creative desire. When I was a little one, oranges were my favorite fruit. Burning my cheeks while sucking the juice that fed my thirsty love for life. I am connecting to my body’s pleasant memories of childhood when I eat oranges.