Re-committing to Natural Rhythm

First of all, I lied. The next blog, i.e. this blog, is not about how the Unmanifest experiences itself through the manifest forms, i.e. humans (we are so self-centered that if honest most people will admit they are concerned primarily with themselves first and all others second AND this is okay) but rather today's blog is picking up where i left off when i was in Paris because now i am back in Paris again.

After being en route for nine days the traveling endorphins finally wore off. I slept until 9AM and spent the next six hours, eating, internetting, studying French, napping, eating, napping again. Oh joy!

The first six days were spent in London trying to settle Mari into her new home as she is attending Central School of Speech and Drama to study theater. After finding her house, meeting her housemates and noting everything she didn't have (Mom, i thought i should buy a toothbrush here...Really?) we carefully made our plan of shopping attack only to be foiled by a transportation strike the next day. Instead we quickly regrouped and decided to "go green and buy local" (i.e. any shop within walking distance to the hotel) and carried back armloads of blankets, towels, lamps, a closet and yes even a toothbrush. After three days at the hotel, we called a taxi; the hotel plied us with gratuitous good bye champagne and we enlisted no fewer than 4 hotel employees to carefully pack the moving van, oops, i mean taxi. Luckily the driver spoke English, no small feat in London these days, and we seemed to amuse him (thank you champagne.) He deposited us at Mari's new home, a grand old house (with emphasis on old not grand). Mari promptly departed for the obligatory pub crawl and i stayed home to put together her closet and see if i could possibly create a nest for her in the 7 x 9 monk's cell of a bedroom. The next day we spent 7 hours walking, undergrounding, walking and bussing it to IKEA, shopping, arranging for home delivery and in reverse, busing, walking undergrounding and walking home. Still the endorphins were pumping. Dinner with all of her roommates, the visiting parental unit (me) obligatorily picking up the tab for all and then going home to pack for the impending journey the next day. IKEA arrived as we were walking out the door for the underground. Mari was left with cartons of furniture to put together with all of those knuckle busting Allen wrenches and millions of tiny small screws, bolts and washers to sort. She won't have internet for another week so i cross my fingers that she is okay, that she painted her room and that she found a place for her toothbrush. I boarded the Eurostar (the direct London-Paris chunnel train) knowing i could have done a lot more to help settle her and at the same time knowing i did all i could.

"Knowing you could do more and at the same time knowing you did all you can" is something that most of us experience. And in that phrase there is almost a requirement that you side with either "could-do-more" or "did-all-I-could." When you side with "could-do-more" often you experience feelings of guilt, inadequacy, shame and the like. On the other hand, when you side with "did-all-i could" there is a sense of acceptance, of completion. My Spring journey to Paris was about discovering "me". Who was i without all of the labels, mother, business owner, friend, girlfriend, yogini? And secondly how could i treat this human form in the very best manner?

Treating the human form well means loving, respecting and honoring it. Listening to the human, feeding it when it is hungry, resting it when it is tired and engaging it when it wants to connect, create or express. Most people never even think about the human form. The mind is so busy with its virtual reality, its myriad of story lines that it never stops to consider the vessel in which it lives. The human form dutifully performs all that is asked, working when physically exhausted, operating on too much/not enough food and processing all those neurological chemicals released by the brain when nasty thoughts or even pleasant thoughts are present. It is our most loyal subject and yet we rarely treat it with the respect, care and love that it deserves.

Life changes when you change your relationship with your human form. There is a natural rhythm to life when you follow the body. There is an ease about living. Everything seems in its place. Basically you have removed resistance to Life from your life. There are so many distractions in modern living to pull us from the natural rhythm of Life: family, friends, work, hobbies. I think this is why i am back in Paris---to re-commit to my natural rhythms. Oh and nap again.