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The dripping pulled me from sleep this morning–the sound of water dripping with maddening irregularity, to be precise. Summoned from sleep, unable to either find the source of the noise or go back to sleep, I lay there…
Often, these pre-dawn hours are a time of peaceful reflection. I review yesterday’s gratitude journal and daydream about what today will bring.
Sometimes, they’re a time of not-so-peaceful reflection. I review yesterday’s flubs and uncomfortable moments and worry about what today will bring.
This morning was one of the latter times.
And as I lay there thoughts about actual flubs (a demo in Acro class that didn’t meet the bar, for example), gradually gave way to worries about potential flubs. To be honest, it probably wasn’t even all that gradual. Within a few minutes, I found myself playing hostess to a full-on troll party. All of the creeping concerns and second-guessing ghouls came out to play as I fretted about everything from my work to my relationships to my play. I mean, it was like a troll flash mob was having a disco inferno in here! (They are like a flash mob, aren’t they? You’re cruising along, all is well. Then one appears and before you can even say, Hey, I wonder what that guy is doing…? there are dozens of them all dancing in synchronized frenzy)
Once I realized what was happening, three things occurred in rapid succession:
1. I called Halt on the procession of thoughts
2. I began to question them, discovering that some of them had roots in actual events.
3. I began to question how to deal with a destructive troll thought that has some, albeit distant, relationship to consensual reality.
In other words, I lay there wondering: how do I know when my Spirit is using a quiet moment to bring something to my attention vs when the trolls are taking advantage of a quiet moment to make some trouble. After all, as Liz Gilbert writes in her brilliant new book, Big Magic:
Possessing a creative mind…is something like having a border collie for a pet. It needs to work, or else it will cause you outrageous amounts of trouble. Give your mind a job to do, or else it will find a job to do, and you might not like the job it events (eating the couch, digging a hole through the living room floor, biting the mailman, etc)
Word. So, was my Heart speaking to me or was my Mind just eating the couch?
And, how can I know?
The answer, when it came, was so perfect and so blindingly obvious that it had to be right: my body will tell me.
My body will tell me.
I know this. You know this. We just sometimes need reminding. We just sometimes need to drag our attention away from the fascinating spectacle of the troll flash mob and check in.
When I checked in, I found my body on-edge: shoulders high and curved forward, heart rate accelerated, and face screwed into a frown. In short, none of the spaciousness that I have learned to associate with true wisdom and my inner compass.
And, here’s how I know that the answer was right: as soon as I became present to the physical expression of the thoughts, the trolls vanished. Just, poof! As quickly as they had all appeared, the thoughts dematerialized. Let me repeat that: They didn’t just scatter, they dematerialized.
And here’s how I know for sure, for sure that the answer is right: A few moments later, I realized that my mind had wandered into another area (I’ve gotta get a better leash for this border collie!) and was sniffing around a friendship that seems to be ending. I am in the roll of “end-ee” and, what’s more, not fully clued in to what’s going on in the ender’s mind. I would much prefer to know what is going on and I would much prefer to keep the connection, so this was prime digging-a-hole-in-the-living-room-floor territory. But, instead, I found myself acknowledging that my concern is reasonable, there is the possibility of imminent loss, and that I’m just going to have to see how things play out.
I checked in with my body, and all I felt was Ahhhh… Wide open space in my chest, the spaciousness of resting in my heart.
The contrast was so palpable, the experience so dramatic, that I literally jumped out of bed to write about it because I’m so excited to share this latest lesson! (Okay, it’s probably more of a reminder than a fresh lesson, but you know what I mean)
So, I ask you, what are you thinking right now? And are you willing to let your body’s wisdom help you navigate those thoughts?