Saturday, October 27, 2018

Body Intuition


We know our own body better than we know anyone else. It’s our own little house of safety. I liken mine to an old car. Slow to start some days, other times it runs just fine. It’s in the shop a lot, but my doctor/mechanic fixes the problem. That concept helped me adapt after someone keyed my brand new Subaru with eight slashes.

That day, I had a premonition that told me to park far away from the street, but when I couldn’t find a spot, I ignored the voice in my head. At the end of my holistic expo event, I spotted the damage, sat in my car and cried. You see, for fifty years I drove small, inexpensive cars. This was my first nice one and I felt way too much pride in it.

The following day my optimism kicked in. The inside of my car felt exactly the same, with its backup camera and heated seats.  At the body shop, a kind man said he’d improve the nastiness. “Until then,” he said, “don’t look at this side.”

My body is my true vehicle. When I had a red spot on my nose that started to hurt, I rushed to the dermatologist. He told me I caught it in time, as he burned off the cancer.

When our body has a problem, we usually know instinctively, as it hollers at us to pay attention. We change the oil (water and food) and put it in the shop for repairs (doctors and specialists). It’s the only one we have, our very own brain home, and it means a whole lot and sometimes a little. We just have to remember to use our intuition to know when to fix it.

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