making inner space
I’ve been thinking about how the act of making inner space can mean so many things:
cultivating a distance (a breath, a pause) between thoughts and reactions, the inner world and outer world, between one’s core self — and all that which we encounter
the process of un-suffocation, de-overwhelming, un-crowding the psyche from the things that inhabit and push against it: anxieties, to-do lists, urges, wants, obsessions. to allow it the luxury of bathing in a feeling of safety, spaciousness, and ease. this is inner space.
holding the most expansive version of oneself — infinite, fluid possibilities — within the container of the physical and energetic body, here and now.
holding the the universe within the body. whatever the universe means to you.
the cure to all states of overwhelm IS the practice of making inner space. when I’m off-center, it’s not so much returning to “myself” so much as it is returning to a clearing within the forest, within me.
I set the intention, and trust in my body to find the way. it doesn’t take much, but it does take consistency. a meandering walk alone in the city, a luxurious afternoon journaling in bed, a long night sleeping, a book, a movie, an exhale.
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