I could talk, I could think, and I persistently asked my other dream participants when they were going to put my head back on.
OK – so a weird dream. We all have them. What’s the big deal?
Well, the big deal is that when I had this dream, I had been having a persistent headache for 3 weeks. Not a migraine, but one that would not go away. It was making me feel terrible and my more pleasing personality had taken a hike.
I went off to the doctor, knowing that really it was nothing serious – but don’t all patients think that before the brain tumor diagnosis is delivered?
And, it was nothing serious. In fact it was so not serious (in a medical way) that my massage therapist was able to make my headache disappear by spending a good long time and a lot of effort working out the concretized muscles in my neck.
My doctor said allergies and tension. My massage therapist said ‘are you spending too much time at your computer?’
But the a-ha came to me in bit and pieces through the week and what I realized is that I was completely disconnected from my body. Hence – the dream.
How can one be disconnected from one’s body? It’s right there all the time, right? But, I was, and it certainly wasn’t the first time.
I had been spending an inordinate amount of time thinking, planning, pondering, strategizing, worrying to some degree, and over engaging my intellect in a stuck in a rut kind of way.
I was not paying attention to anything below the shoulders.
I was not having fun, I was not playing, I was not having time with people. I was holed up in my house, at my desk, with my husband, reading a book, or doing a crossword. I’d even gotten into an intellectual exercise routine – go to the gym for 45 minutes of cardio to burn calories.
That will give anyone a headache.
I’m sure had I been paying attention I would have noticed weeks before that my shoulders were starting to ride up towards my ears. That my lower back was getting tight. That my house was starting to feel oppressive rather than comforting.
But I didn’t. And I know better. Good grief, I teach this stuff!
Last week, after the doctor, the dream, and the massage, I started to listen. My body said – have fun, go move and groove, dance, listen to lots of music, get out all your pretty beading supplies, spend time with fun people, buy new kinds of wine, go to yoga, go to Nia, go to Zumba, exercise only because it’s fun and it feels good.
So I did. Not only is my headache gone, my energy’s returned and my pleasing personality is back where it belongs.
All because I listened to my body. And all because I honored the Wise Voice that lives and breathes below my neck.
What’s your body saying? Do you live in your head? How can you bring these two essential elements of your wisdom together to create balance?
I don’t want you to end up with the persistent headache – or worse, the brain tumor.