And now... a week ago I had bunion surgery. (And my foot is healing beautifully, and I got loads of support - particularly from my sister. Thanks Leah! Holy Moly Sister Giving!!)
During the first several days I had some particular clarity.
There was a sort of leveraging apart of my consciousness from body-identification. This has happened before, but this time it went deeper. I was occupying my ME, my consciousness itself more fully, and from that place it was plainly obvious that my body was form, of the world of form as Eckart Tolle would say, and not ME.
There came a sweetness towards my body, a tender stewardship. An understanding that my ME gets to be here in this world because of this form, this body. And from that understanding a profound gratitude and wonder for the body.
It's my ticket to be here! Without out my body my ME is not here in this plane of existence in the same way, or perhaps not at all. It is a perfect wonder that somehow this magically operating conglomeration of form that I call my body is somehow the means by which my ME is here.
It is here for me always - digesting anything I put in it, moving anywhere I tell it to go (with the mysterious operation of a thought directing form), for as long as I can remember doing every single thing I direct it to, unless it is truly unable to follow the command.
From this perspective it is astonishing that I could ever blame my body for being too this or too that, or not good enough in this or that way. In fact, it has been at my beck and call for years.
I invite you to feel into this. Look at your body, maybe your hand or am as it lays there. See how its sole purpose is to be there for you, at your service. See how it moves when you instruct it to. See how it has no ill agenda towards you. Only service.
In wonder of the mystical marriage of form and consciousness,