External action and ruminations can feel one in the same. We mull over a statement someone made, something that happened. Replaying where we want to be, what we've done, the things that eat away at us in the in between moments of our days can be exhausting. We tumble it around, attempting to smooth over the jagged edges that cut deep, hoping to find some peace. We intellectualize, place logic over it, or brush it off and hush up the pings that makes our gut contract.
I've learned movement is needed to clear away the circling. Its almost as if our mind will ruminate in place of taking physical action and results in the feeling that we actually accomplished something, some action towards change, without making any moves. This could be defeating, feeling like were running place, because we are kinda doing just that. There is something to be said about shifting the inner self, mind and soul in action-less stillness. Takes time to know the difference.
I write of this, because I know this all to well. This anxiety could stop me in my tracks closing off the scope; Imagining an aperture closing in, creating a narrowed claustrophobic environment. At other times it feels the world is wide open and full of opportunities I have not yet seen; Sparkling and gloriously vibrating with certain pathways to new clearings. I suppose this is the way life swings, expressing itself in a blurry contrast of colors and forms all at once.
Much Love,
Gabrielle