The Spills of Our Emotions
Sweeping up the dust of moments past
The connection between the mind, the body, and the experiences we live through is something that fascinates me. That we can access memories from different chapters of life and remember details so clearly. That we can remember what the air smelled like, what a stranger was wearing, or how we felt that day. What a beautiful thing the mind can do.
It also fascinates me how memories are stored differently for each of us. Even those that shared the same moment with us-for we are each given a different point of view, we each absorb the moment in our own way, and we each store it within ourselves in a unique and specific manner.
To go further into this thought storm, imagine you walk into your home and there is a mess on the floor from some liquid that spilled while you were gone. You walk over this mess and ignore it. Stepping over it when you leave the house the following day, and when you return again, there is another mess. This time some dirt blew in from an open window. You step over both messes and walk out the door the following morning, when you come home, you see that one of your pets chewed up a favorite piece of furniture. You ignore the spilled liquid, the dirt from the open window, and now the chewed piece of furniture and go back out the door in the morning to go on with your day. But this time when you come home, you realize the house no longer feels like home. The flow of things is disrupted and it feels cluttered. Something doesn’t feel right. There is no longer any way to ignore the liquid, the dirt, and the destroyed furniture. You feel overwhelmed and do not know where to begin. Where do you even start to clean everything up? It feels a little overwhelming, and deep within you wish you cleaned each mess up as you discovered it. But you knew this wasn’t possible, there were other priorities. You may even feel lost. But one room at a time, you tackle the messes.
I see this home, as our organic vessel. The body and mind that we live in and occupy each day. How the experiences we go through with ease, simply flow through us, but the ones that may seem difficult may become cluttered. Instead of cleaning them up as soon as we see their spills, we may bury them within ourselves to never be processed. This of course is a beautiful thing the mind can do. A way to get us through. So we bury them under the rug until there is no space. Until were full of thoughts and moments to be processed.
This is what inner work, meditation, and many other forms of self-reflection are all about. Taking these harder moments, and facing them. Remembering the softer moments along the way too. Taking a moment to clean the house of the mind and body and seeing how each room we clean can offer us ease. How each thing we process can leave room for new. Replacing the stagnancy with emptiness. A beautiful emptiness from which we can build new memories and moments and now know how to process the harder moments instead of letting the clutter build up. We can open the windows to let the fresh air in, sweep up the dirt, and wipe up the spilled liquid. Within divine time.
Open your windows by taking some deep breaths, sweep your floors by processing a deep thought, and clean up the spilled liquid by taking a long hot shower and bath. Nurturing yourself within your own growth process for these moments may take time.
Enjoy the process.
Each moment holds divine truths.