Today, I am going to do something that bloggers rarely do. I am going to suggest that –for a moment– you step away from this post and your computer and try to remember what it felt like to be in a child’s body. Sit with yourself -relax into your chair- close your eyes and let your body remember what it felt like. Choose whichever age you wish- 4, 7, 10??- remember yourself on a free day and feel your body. Go on. This post will be here when you’re done.
This sensory exercise had one immediate effect upon me: I wanted to be moving. When I did this, I became a young girl -undetermined age- alternating my time between the swing in our back yard and the maple tree in the yard 4 doors down. I could feel the bark on the tree, remember the steps to climb that first limb. I could feel the not-too-humid early summer air pass through my hair as I swung. I felt the pull on my arms, the push on my legs, the air moving in and out of my lungs.
I did not remember sitting reading-though I often enough did that. I certainly didn’t remember watching television; I did that, too. Those were not “in the body” experiences. When I remembered a childhood body, I remembered moving. My young body desired it as much as it desired air and sunshine.
Funny thing about this exercise: when I opened my eyes and returned to my current day body, I STILL DESIRED MOVEMENT. No hours spent passively sitting while my body was not required to act beyond basic support for my brain. I needed to get up and move around the house, the yard, the neighborhood.
I am embracing my childhood in a way again. Daily I try to tap into that sense of movement again. Simple. Graceless. Constant. Fluid. Movement not motion. I feel it changing me on some basic level.
When you close your eyes and imagine yourself in your childhood body- what do you sense? How does it make you feel today? How can you use this to inspire you more daily?