I will. ❤

Spirit, Mind and Body.

Spirit, Mind and Body are supposed to work together. Many people talk about being in unison with these three elements, and yet my spirit is always the one to get a hold of everything else.

My Spirit he is like fire, chasing the air and water. Forever wanting to spread farther and longer and vast… he never likes to stay anywhere, and moves moves moves from one thing to the next.

My Mind is often racing after him, chasing after the spirit trying to put the pieces into place. Contemplating the actions of the body, and how it holds on to the spirit. But my mind has so many words, thoughts, contemplations, comprehensions, whether it is the loud sounds of the city, people or internal thoughts. The thoughts become so loud sometimes that I need a release for them

and I scream at the top of my lungs for it to stop.

My Body has taken a lot. He tells me he is tired when I start to roll my eyes and sigh. I know my body is tired when someone asks me how I am doing, and I have no energy to even nod. Sometimes talking is a chore, and listen is way too much. Compromise is scary, and love is foreign.

I often find myself inhaling reminiscing smoke, and emerging myself in cold water. The water is cool, and relaxes me. I also feel safe. I swim to the middle of the lake and tread water there.

In the middle of the lake the Mind likes to play a fun game, that the Body is all of a sudden untouchable. Untouchable from the people on the land, feelings, words and perceptions. Untouchable from the heat of fire, and the damage that it does to almost everything. The only things that come close to my body now is the fish who pay me no mind what so ever or the gorgeous green lives that grow in and around the water.

Sometimes I need this feeling. Feeling of pure contentment, and worldly release from all the commotion that life exhibits. Sometimes even for a few minutes, I need this feeling, just to regulate some emotions that arise with change. That arise with life. I hold my breath, close my eyes and dip my entire body, fully emerged head to toe. When I hold my breath the mind stops racing, the body is now invisible and all that is left is me. My lungs anticipate the need for air, pushing my lungs to hold on tighter to the air that it has. Who at this very moment, is in control of life or death? I am.

At this very moment, who has to take full control of the body? I do. Who gets to choose to tread water faster and faster towards the water’s surface? I do. Who needs to make it back to the sand, with every muscle working together? I do. Who has to be observant of the lakes dangers, both seen and unseen? Who is going to get the body back to it’s state of walking, walking down the path, continuing to where ever the mind is instructing? Who is going to pass the people on the street, hold the chin high, look to the dangerous world and choose to see not only what is important, but what is happy, beautiful, pleasant… who is going to get through this all? I am. and I will.