The other day I had an appointment with my naturopathic doctor; we were discussing the depth of my hot flashes, which by the way I find incredibly amusing. Maybe in a year or two when she asks again, I might be singing a different tune, but today they are simply entertaining.
The heat starts on my thighs and makes its way to the top of my head, very warming, and very yang. The correlation is much like a contraction, waxing slowly, peaking, and then waning – lasting from 30 to 60 seconds. The amusing part is to count the seconds while breathing deep into my belly and on the exhale allowing every part of my body to relax. The entertaining part is to see how long I can either leave my blankets intact or my layers of clothing on, usually done by visualizing I’m walking through a blizzard with high winds gusting 15 to 20 knots, sometime 30 to 40 knots depending on the intensity of the heat. Then sometime after, coolness comes to my body, starting at my head and working its way to my feet, very yin like and within the coolness I am comforted by my blankets and layers of clothing.
When I was is in labor the contractions were bearable, accounted for, and accepted because I knew there was an end, and I knew within hours I would be holding in my arms the little love bundle with 10 tiny toes to kiss, and ten tiny fingers to hold close.
The reality of life is; I am not 25 years old, I am not 35 years old, hell, I’m not even in my 40’s. I am a month shy of being 51 years old and my body has its own mission, just as it had the mission to procreate and bring forth something magical. It mission now is bring me home to self, where truth and wisdom lies within. I am giving birth to me. How exciting is this?!
The warmth is a reminder for me to get in touch with my breath and my spirit within. I am one to stop and witness the beauty of life; the sun on my face, a slight wind that caresses my body, a lone leaf falling from a tree, a branch from a tree that flirts with my hair, a child smiling sweetly at mommy, an older couple holding hands, the stillness and quietness that comes from fog, the rain falling gently as it cleanses, clears, and restores the air, snow falling quietly in the midst of city lights, the warm sand beneath my feet, the smell, sight and sound of the ocean… BUT, sometimes I get so involved with life’s tasks I forget about my connection with self. The “warmth” is a guided reminder to stop, slow down, pay attention to self and simply take a moment to breathe.
In thinking that there is something good coming with each body global warming trend, I am able to sink into self and find wit within this amusing process of giving birth to self. I welcome me, I welcome myself home.