When we are not in harmony, we are in disease (dis-ease). Not our body, but us. The disease (and the pain associated with it) is probably the only way we put our life on hold. At least until we feel better. We hate to be put on hold and so we are anxious to do everything and anything, so that we will get back quick to the way things were. We start fighting and struggling with the symptom, not understanding that the disturbance we feel is the red flag that helps us to be aware that something is not “right” inside us.
Someone wrote me, not too long ago, that “we easily lose and hardly win back our inner harmony”. Same person was asking me: “How do you keep your inner harmony?”
So, I asked myself: “How do I keep my inner harmony?” I try always to pay attention to the first answer that arises in my mind, without too muck thinking, as that first answer comes, most likely, from the heart, from the intuition and not from mind patterns or from judgmental thinking. The answer I got was: “You can not lose or win something that is always, but always within you“. I then said to myself: “Wait! But I do lose my balance sometimes!” The answer came right back to me: “That is what your mind wants you to believe.” I said: Right! So, that is why, each time I don’t feel o.k. with myself or with what is around me, I train my mind (because she stands in the way), not my inner harmony! That makes sense!
1995, Tulcea, orasul meu. Ajun de Craciun, spre seara. Tocmai am facut o baie calda, bine-meritata, dupa un drum lung cu trenul de Bucuresti. Zbarnaie strident soneria. Mama deschide usa. Opresc feonul, iar parul meu se cuminteste brusc, cand jetul de aer cald inceteaza sa il mai zburleasca. Se aud voci vesele pe hol. Multe. Ma duc sa vad cine e. O gasca de vreo 10-12 tineri s-au pornit sa colinde in fata usii noastre; blocul rasuna de vocile lor puternice, in timp ce o chitara ii acompaniaza.
About 7 years ago, when I started to be into sports more seriously, it was not by far the perfect moment to do it: I was still recovering from a complicated abdominal muscles surgery, my hemoglobin was still low, I had just lost my 12 years job, spring was late that year, so outside it was wet, dirty and cold, my kids were still small and needed me a lot, I was already on my late 30’s…
This post is inspired by a day at Eva’s school, when she had for lunch “only” a full box of grapes. Eva told me how, at lunch time, everybody panicked, especially the growing ups. 🙂 She was asked many times if that is all she eats, if that is satiating enough, if she is not hungry etc. They all offered her either bread, fries or…ice cream. She refused and said she is just fine with what she eats, but the third time she has been offered an ice cream, she said yes. She told me she fully enjoyed the desert and that she had fun looking to how everybody was so worried about the fact she had for lunch only fruits.