Today my body is screaming. Yesterday the body was also screaming. What happens to us, humans, that we generate so much resistance to change? Why does our own body put so many obstacles in the way of what we most desire? It is incredible the power of the mind. I say it's the body that blocks us, but clearly, in my case, it's the head that makes excuses, conscious or unconscious, so that we don't achieve our desires. We are animals of habit and it is hard for us to move from that comfortable place.
My body has all these kinds of manifestations that make it even more difficult for me to make decisions. It reminds me how uncomfortable I feel in the world. It marks itself, it reacts, it bristles. Sometimes I don't know whether to admire it or hate it. (the painting is "The Rip", by the way)