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Rethinking the art of grounding

The last few months have been all about big shifts for me. I started a new job. A family member was diagnosed with late-stage cancer. My husband didn’t go back to work full-time as expected after his surgery. There’s been a lot of releasing and resetting expectations, and it’s had me struggling to stay focused and taking good care of myself.

Yoga has helped. Going for walks outside has helped. But I’ve still been all over the place and felt like I was neglecting my spiritual practice as well as physical health and then… I had a breakthrough.

I have been thinking of my body issues/discomfort in my physical vessel as separate from my spiritual blockages and really, they are SO CONNECTED it’s sickening. The types of activities I enjoy most physically (hiking, mountain biking, yoga, roller derby) do one or more of the following:

  • get me into the woods where I can connect with earth energy, elementals, and other grounding forces
  • make me focus on the way my body connects to the earth and the ground; invite me to explore the notion of balance in a very physical sense
  • release crazy endorphins that help me see things with stunning clarity and a heightened perception.

Also, the foods that I crave after those types of activities are exactly what my body needs, as opposed to the crap I have been eating. I’m noticing that fresh fruits and vegetables help me stay more grounded and feel more connected to what I’m eating than other foods. So interesting.

I’ve amped up my yoga practice, and I’m working on giving my bike some TLC so we can get back on the trails. But I wanted to try something else.

The last two days, I focused on being active in my own yard: pruning a giant rhododendron and thanking it for providing such beautiful flowers. Digging some Solomon’s seal up and relocating it to give more space to a bleeding heart that was getting choked out, explaining that there’s room in the yard for everyone. (Except Mr. Prickly–a thorny, nasty thing a long ago neighbor planted to keep children from cutting through his yard to get to school. And some maple saplings, because… too many. Everywhere. Sorry, guys.)

I focused on the way my foot felt on the shovel as I was digging up the Solomon’s seal, or how my hand felt pressing some mint into its new home in a window box. I focused on connecting to each plant and the ground supporting it.

And suddenly, I’m much more present. Focused. Grounded.


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