Metamorphosis

the other day I read about goo. specifically the interval of goo a caterpillar goes through before becoming a butterfly. the magic inbetween where transformation occurs that goes invisible to the outside world. it is only if you look inside the chrysalis, you’ll find a decomposed mess of neither caterpillar nor butterfly and yet somehow, something is happening.

this version of goo has been sitting with me for some weeks now while I ponder the ramifications of what it means, not only for myself but for the world around me. the world i am part of, the lives that i touch upon, all the things, light and dark, inside and out, physical and immaterial.

we use a fancy word like metamorphosis, we describe the awe of transformation and simply, sometimes, it is just goo…a process that we must undergo in order to seek another way of being. sometimes that is a way of moving. sometimes that is a way of thinking. and mostly, at its simplest form, a way of being. And so it begins. before we even know it, we start to look for ways to help us out of one way and into another.

the goo is good.

wisdom from a little bear called Pooh

Those who know what's wrong with them and take care of themselves accordingly will tend to live a lot longer than those who consider themselves perfectly healthy and neglect their weaknesses. So, in that sense at least, a weakness of some sort can do you a big favour, if you acknowledge that it's there.  ~~ The Tao of Pooh

I've been searching so long for a way to say this in a meaningful way and here Benjamin Hoff says it beautifully through the wonderful way Pooh sees the world.  The story goes something like this... 

Once upon a time this thing happened.  It was a big thing and I thought or didn't think I'd ever get past it.  It coloured my days and it coloured my nights and made everything purple and gray.  One day, I noticed a pink lining to the purple and gray.  The next day, there was a little more.  Until so on and so forth, the pink was joined by blue and when enough of the blue sky came through, then the clouds became clear. 

Perhaps the story isn't so very clear but the point is that without the Big Thing that happened, I would never have learned to look for the silver lining, the pink, the blue.. I would never have noticed a difference from one to another and now because of the Big Thing, I'll always be able to find shapes of clouds within the gray.   

september 19. 2016

every day is thinking about movement and its engagement to life.  explaining how connected our lives are not only to one another but to each other and ultimately, inwardly to ourselves.  talking with one person and another about the shape of their life experiences or those of others and finding where that has taken effect in one's life, assuming that we only have one life, that is.  

long ago and not so long ago, someone told me about the three lives they had.  the first was a story of family and roots, the beginnings of everything.  the second was a story of carrying on.. persevering and finding strength through prose.  and finally, the third and present life came and brought along with it love, rejoicing, and rebirth.  

these stories and so many others will leave their indelible marks on life, a life worth living that is.  there is no life worth living that doesn't leave scars.  some we will pick on all the days of our life.  some others will fade into a memory we hardly remember.  and some we will wear proudly on our sleeve as a sign to the world that, I am me.  

I see my role as a chiropractor in re-shaping some of these indelible marks that have made their way into our present life.  sometimes it keeps us from moving a certain way or thinking a certain way.  sometimes we look sideways at something when we could be looking at it straight on... what fun it is to create new paradigms and parameters for the body to exist in.  

makes me happy.