Sometimes Things are Just Confusing
Sometimes things are just confusing. Sounds simple and straightforward. For me the hard part is not that it's confusing that proves difficult to accept, quantify, or figure out, it's my involvement in "figuring it out".
Yesterday I received a Phoenix Rising Yoga Therapy Session. What came from noticing what showed up in my body was very confusing, seemingly mismatched. It refused to fit one of those nice slots I like to put things into, for the sake of tidy understanding.
My body has memories,old memories, very distinct and clear to me even now. Unbeknownst to me, these memories often dictate my present behavior. What I was told about the situation that generated the memories, by folks in authority, and what I experience in my body don't match.
So interesting and powerful that thoughts carry so much weight." This Is the truth Because I say it's the truth". Not so! says my body. How often do you notice what accepted wisdom and how you feel is in conflict?
What I get when I receive a Phoenix Rising Yoga Therapy session, the truth, my truth.
Carl Rogers based his entire career on his conviction that feelings are your ultimate truth. He said,
" Experience is the highest authority. The touchstone of my validity is my experience. No other persons' ideas or my own ideas are as authoritative as my own experience. It is to experience that I must return to again and again to discover a closer approximation of what is true for me"
Phoenix Rising Yoga Therapy is based in part on the work of Carl Rogers conviction of your experience being your truth.
It was during my training in Phoenix Rising I first heard someone say this. I was blown back on my heels. What an idea! Could it be true, I could listen to myself and hear the truth?
I wasn't very good at trusting myself and the idea was frightening enough, I held it away for some time. As the idea percolated, it became more acceptable. I began to notice my body has always told me the truth. This , I noticed had always been true, my body telling me the truth. It was a foreign language I had yet to learn.
When presented with confusing ideas, my head wants to have its slots, where everything is untangled and in orderly fashion. Today though, my body wins...... I go with the truth, sometimes things are just confusing, and nothing need be done about it
Yesterday I received a Phoenix Rising Yoga Therapy Session. What came from noticing what showed up in my body was very confusing, seemingly mismatched. It refused to fit one of those nice slots I like to put things into, for the sake of tidy understanding.
My body has memories,old memories, very distinct and clear to me even now. Unbeknownst to me, these memories often dictate my present behavior. What I was told about the situation that generated the memories, by folks in authority, and what I experience in my body don't match.
So interesting and powerful that thoughts carry so much weight." This Is the truth Because I say it's the truth". Not so! says my body. How often do you notice what accepted wisdom and how you feel is in conflict?
What I get when I receive a Phoenix Rising Yoga Therapy session, the truth, my truth.
Carl Rogers based his entire career on his conviction that feelings are your ultimate truth. He said,
" Experience is the highest authority. The touchstone of my validity is my experience. No other persons' ideas or my own ideas are as authoritative as my own experience. It is to experience that I must return to again and again to discover a closer approximation of what is true for me"
Phoenix Rising Yoga Therapy is based in part on the work of Carl Rogers conviction of your experience being your truth.
It was during my training in Phoenix Rising I first heard someone say this. I was blown back on my heels. What an idea! Could it be true, I could listen to myself and hear the truth?
I wasn't very good at trusting myself and the idea was frightening enough, I held it away for some time. As the idea percolated, it became more acceptable. I began to notice my body has always told me the truth. This , I noticed had always been true, my body telling me the truth. It was a foreign language I had yet to learn.
When presented with confusing ideas, my head wants to have its slots, where everything is untangled and in orderly fashion. Today though, my body wins...... I go with the truth, sometimes things are just confusing, and nothing need be done about it
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