The Time for Pacing is Now
It’s hard to know where to begin.
Also causing confusion these days, is where to end.
A friend just said to me,
“The world is on fire”.
My breath catches,
Holds,
Stops.
I breathe again.
Breathing myself
Out of my sickbed.
Disconnecting from healing-through-daytime-Netflix-streaming.
Only two more episodes of The Closer are left.
I am bereft,
Trying to space them out, for most savor-ability.
Truly. Captain Johnson got me through.
I’m off to the Inner Quest Intensive.
This program, in a life filled with gifts, is one of life’s most profound gifts to me.
The gift that keeps giving,
The one that keeps teaching me,
The one that keeps showing me
That which I need to see.
I head toward the program room tomorrow
With a new practice,
Something demanding my attention.
The current point of healing for me:
How to pace myself?
I am an unconscious anti-pacer.
I go for it.
This weekend?
My body is demanding,
The Time for Pacing is Now.
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To pace =
To regulate your own energy for a task,
To control speed, rhythm or movement over a distance,
Conserving energy.
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Teaching calls my energy out.
The Inner Quest is the pinnacle of my teaching experience.
I adore, ADORE offering Kripalu’s Legacy Teachings in this format.
Intensive, hell, yes!
Let’s commit.
Let’s look.
Let’s relax.
Let’s practice kindness to ourselves
No matter what we see.
That’s the curriculum of the Inner Quest.
And it calls me forward, and it hypes me up.
And the hours are longer, and more energy is expected of me.
And I LOVE that.
Yet, this time?
After being so sick,
After recouping for so long,
I must pace myself.
How? You might ask.
Damned if I know.
Perhaps I can:
Step out of the program room for a few breaths more often…?
Rely on my staff more…?
Commit to not dancing and jumping around. (the hardest ask)…?
And…?
We will see.
We will see.
I believe in the power of my intentionality and my willingness.
I’m counting on it.
What about you?
In what activities in your life does pacing yourself matter?
How do you do it?
What does pacing, honoring your energy, knowing when to stop, look like?
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Shifting gears, I’ve never heard of Amy Grant before yesterday. Thanks, Martin, for sending her along to me. A Christian music performer who crossed over to pop, Amy has won a Grammy and has a massive, passionate and longstanding following.
This song and its video are so powerful for me. Amy lovingly invites us to consider how we have gotten so far from Yasgur’s Farm, the site of the Woodstock Music Festival in 1969. Not to ignore the serious issues that came forth during the Festival, nevertheless, Woodstock emerged from a subculture committed to peace and justice.
By nature of my age, I belonged to that subculture committed to peace and justice. And I miss it so profoundly.
Pay attention to Amy Grant’s images. She is telling us so much about our “world on fire”.
Amy Grant
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Friends,
May we continue to learn.
To see.
To grow.
May we continue to acknowledge what was.
May we continue to commit to what is.
May we continue to pray for what might be,
A world where justice and peace prevail,
A world where kindness and integrity live.
Give us the courage and the strength to keep practicing.
Blessings, all—
Aruni