Meaning making is essential, of course. The stories we weave from our conclusions about the world are vital (though they can likewise be hazardous if we get captured up in negative stories about everything that could go wrong).
The brainstem lies at the back of the skull, where the brain satisfies the spinal column. The brainstem regulates breathing and heart rate. It governs basic movement and sensory experiences by working as a conduit for input from the back cable to the remainder of the brain and vice versa. Its the center of your most essential involuntary survival processes.
This is the place of your the majority of basic existence as a human. Its your indication of life. There is no logic, no language, no sense or order here. The brainstem is a website from the nerve system to the brain. Nothing in the website is translated or meaningful. Its just nerve shootings and stimuli, electrical currents and rhythms. A jumble of input without any meaning or filter. The brainstem connects your body to consciousness.
Even if we only take into consideration physical evidence, we possess a capacity for a lot more. Our brains are more than brainy. Our intelligence is more than smart. We arent here only to make direct sense of things. Our existence recommends theres more to it than that. Our function is larger.
Rather than believing through or mulling over, I feel into something. Its often unpleasant, circular, and stubborn. There is normally something there.
Purposeful existence demands more than simply believing.
Observe what it feels like to sink your awareness to the back of the skull.
When we comprehend and arrange details, that function occurs at the front of the brain. This part of the brain creates order out of chaos.
Something else emerges when I sidestep my intelligence. When I breathe into the back of my skull another type of intelligence notifies me.
However, first, there is the elemental material of existence, the origins of presence. This is the fodder that transforms our presence into energy. Our presence into an undaunted force.
Im taking in details, processing brand-new ideas, adjusting the conditions of my life to the existing circumstances, and establishing new habits. Perhaps this sounds familiar to you?
“I think in intuitions and inspirations … I often FEEL that I am. I do not KNOW that I am.” ~ Albert Einstein
Rather than believing through or mulling over, I feel into something. Its the location I sink into when I feel unmoored and unpredictable. Let your body settle downward and feel present within your area. Feel it swirl in that space where the back of your head meets your neck.
Which brings me to this pandemic occurring in tandem with a flailing economy, massive dysregulation of a lot of systems that govern the rhythms of our lives, and a social awakening rippling through the core of our society. Which brings me to why Ive been thinking a lot. Ive been believing due to the fact that survival and purposeful presence in this world requires it.
Im getting out of the way. Im diving into an ancient, user-friendly, simple part of myself. Im feeling and seeing in the most essential method I understand how. The brainstem is a portal, connecting simpleness to intentionality. Its a various kind of intelligence. Im linking awareness to my body, awareness to my experience. Its as easy as that. And its a lot more.
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I discover this practice is most visceral for me when I lie down, so if you can, discover a great area to rest and recline. Simply get and sit unwinded.
This meeting point is potent. Its the limit between having a working, picking up, present body and the awareness to observe, comprehend, and trust into it. The brainstem is a liminal container, a temporal passage of uncensored, unrefined experience.
The threads of experiential and sensory input are woven together into an incorporated fabric that turns disparate threads of details into something cohesive and understandable. Our experience with the world around us becomes something that has significance.
Let your body settle downward and feel present within your space. Feel it swirl in that area where the back of your head satisfies your neck.
Life has been unbelievably unpleasant. No task. New job. New finding out curve. No childcare. New living situation. Every practice I had a couple of months ago has been totally reinvented. Most presumptions I had about how the world operates from day to day have actually been annihilated. Ive needed to get innovative. I cant believe my method through this.
Observe what it feels like to sink your awareness to the back of the skull. Likewise, get curious about what emerges when you lean into this area. What sensations, ideas, images, concepts, or sensations come forward? What takes place when you purposefully avoid your reasoning mind and sink into a various part of your awareness? What wonderful things could take place if you were to trust the most crucial parts of you?
This place does far more than govern my heartbeat and my breath. Its the location I write from. Its the location I take advantage of while Im teaching yoga, when I look for to nurture myself and those experimenting me. Its the place I sink into when I feel unmoored and unsure. I do not get answers here, however I do get clear. Its where I go for the basics. The dwelling of my impulses. The gathering location of my sensitivity. The stimulating nerve fibers of function, purpose, and survival.
An interesting and often overlooked truth is that our brain does much more than this. When we refer to someone as brainy, we are often referring to their intelligence. And by intelligence, we are often referring to fact-driven rational prowess. Our language reveals much about how we analyze our capacities.
Theres a lot to believe about these days.
Unhinge your jaw, get space in between your teeth, and unwind the tongue. Let your mouth drop open and sigh out of that space at the extremely back of the throat. Repeat a couple of times.
Ive been offering myself authorization to believe less and sense more. I leave the front of my brain and sink into the back of my skull, right where the skull curves away from my neck. That place behind my throat. Sometimes I take a deep breath into that space, unhinge my jaw, unwind my tongue, and open my mouth to breathe out.
Theres constantly an “and.”.
Ive been thinking a lot. Perhaps you have too?