I don’t need to try to convince you. It wouldn’t do a bit of good in the least anyway. Some things you know, that’s all. And it’s not because my work is doing psychic readings—everybody has things they know but can’t prove. Past lives can be like that. Of course there’s also wishful thinking and self-delusion that has to be ruled out but like I said, if you know you know.
Its that way for me and Tibet and also the monastic way of life–feel certain I was a lowly and not very evolved monk once.
Still am in many ways I think; yet the monk thing is the topic for this post.
And the gym at the Y too. I’ve been a swimmer there for a year and just in the past month have felt the attraction to climb the stairs to the upper level–the location of the gym. (Maybe the intuition guided me there, knowing before the mundane mind did that I was going to need some muscles to lift and move boxes.) Anyway…
I love it up there nearly as much as I love the pool, but no, the pool is my first love. Yet, the gym reminds me so much of my lifetime as a monk in a monastery. How’s that? Well, it’s like this…
Every body, including the body of this self, has these ear-buds in the ears listening to their favorite music–or at least that’s what I’m doing. (Michael Jackson’s song and his music is the muse for me.) Nonetheless, whatever they are listening to, they all have earbuds in and they are all focused inward! Yet together in the same place walking by one another, barely nodding, aware of others to a minimal extent and focused inward maximally.
Wow! Respect, consideration, harmony but most everyone not plugged into anything but the inner self, the workout plan and their own body. Love that! Just really dig (to use an old hippie term) all that inward-ness aligned with the body and music.
Totally makes me think of a different lifetime in which I danced ballet in Russia–my parents pushed me and I had to dance but used it mostly to escape my body and my life. It’s very similar to what I do now especially on the treadmill. The machines do require a bit more focus and presence–but it’s still all inward.
I miss the Y but realize I’m getting attached to going—and we know that’s NEVER a good thing. I have clients today and am using it as a rest day anyway since I did a lot of moving boxes into storage units and helping my sister pack, stack boxes and clean her carpet over the weekend too.
Balance in all things–that’s probably something learned in that ballet dancing lifetime in Russia. I wonder if most of those peeps in the gym would relate their work outs on the machines and lifting weights as a type of meditation. If they thought about it at all, I’m sure they would.
PS — i love the weight assisted chin up machine the best. I’m lifting more of my own body weight than I did at the start. I love the progress I see and of course the whole meditative experience of it and being with others sure does make me think of my days at the monastery — everybody in their own world then too, but in a whole different way!
Tomorrow I swim! Wasn’t I a dolphin once?