Yesterday I didn’t move. I sat in essentially the same position through 14 hours of flight delay and then the flight of course. And it didn’t feel very good. I kept shifting in my seat and getting up just to move my body a little. And right there in the airport lounge I almost did a few Kaiut poses! It made me realize how our bodies don’t like to be still.
Francisco talks about how the key to a high quality of life is movement. That we need to keep moving our bodies, all our joints, all the time, in a whole variety of ways. Variety. Variety. Variety. And keeping our body moving in turn keeps our heart pumping, our blood flowing, our nervous system firing. And when all these physical bits of us are moving well then our minds and emotions can move well too. We are less likely to get stuck.
All this got me thinking (and I had a lot of time to think waiting for my flight!), that movement isn’t just quality of life but the very essence of life. It stuck me that the only time we are perfectly still is when we are dead. Seriously. Try it. Try to lie down on the floor right now, in the most comfortable position you can find, and be perfectly still. You can’t.
Even when I was in the pose in this photo, which trust me was super comfortable, I wasn’t perfectly still. My body would twitch. My chest would rise and fall along with my breath. I could feel my pulse.
Maybe, to be alive is to move. An inanimate object is by definition unmoving. Chairs, buildings, plates don’t move. People, animals, plants do.
We need to keep moving to stay healthy and alive. I always tease Theo, my youngest son, how he is a helicopter in his bed at night. He takes tossing and turning in his sleep to a whole new level. Now I’m thinking that’s a really good thing.
Life is movement. Movement is life. Stop reading this blog and go move!