I am passionate about embodiment because there was a period of time where my consciousness was hanging out above my body.

On the right side to be exact, just above my skull.

 If you've never experienced that, it won't make any sense to you, but if you have, you know exactly what I mean.

It was like I was on an axis, tilted, lightheaded from the distance.

Life was filtered through a thick muffler, barely any of it reached me. 

And the gap felt impassable.

I kept bumping into things because I couldn’t feel my body move through a space, and my thoughts were relentless, 90% of the intrusive variety.

My emotions were numb, not because they weren’t there, it’s that I was consumed by a panicky anxiety that had me hover above them. 

Thanks to this experience, I could feel very clearly the connection between not being in my body and feeling unable to affect change in my life.

And that consumed me. I felt a relentless drive to reclaim my body, to knit my consciousness back into the places from whence it had been exiled. 

I started with effort-ing and forcing, and determination. That however often kept me stuck.

What I found that actually works is gentle, playful curiosity.

Where my body leads and nudges me on where is open to attention and support.

And it’s at a stage now that is so fun.

I’ve developed enough nous on what tools to meet it with.

I feel more every day, and the things I feel that historically were too much: old icky, sticky, criiiiiiiiiiiiingey sensations and memories, are now opening in right timing and feel easeful.

Areas in my body such as my chest and left side that were numb are waking up, and the pace of this change is speeding up as my capacity grows. 

I feel a landed-ness, a rooting, an un-shakeable okay-ness with my body.

With this practice of meeting emotions and sensations.

I really recommend it.