For much of my life, Iāve been somewhat of a space cadet. Often somewhere far from here, traveling with my mindās eye.
Itās getting grounded that has defined my adult life.
As a teacher of mine once put it, āSome peopleās yoga is waking up. Others of us wake down. Getting our roots and getting planted is our whole existence. Then all the ether and all the spiritual goodies get a place to land.ā
Those of us who are naturally very āspiritualā often benefit from being more HERE-itual. Itās a word I coined a few years ago to describe the spiritual practice of being HERE. In the flesh. Embodied.
Being HERE-itual will look different for each person, but often it involves mastering the harder edges of 3D realityāphysical health, finances, career, relationships, sexuality, etc.
Building a business of your own is a tremendous HERE-itual practice because it forces you to confront the cold hard realities of buying and selling, investing, advertising, human psychology, etc.
Iām about to launch a new business promoting a product that has helped me become more HERE-itual as a result of feeling safer in my body. Make no mistake: even though Iāve benefited greatly from this product, itās an edge for me to sell. Period.
Iāll be diving much deeper into this topic going forward. For now, suffice to say that the astronaut version of me is still ācoming homeā and entrepreneurship is one of several activities that are helping me land.
Music: Major Tom by Peter Schilling, one of my all-time favorite songs
If you want to know my why...
Last winter, a very special animal came into my life. Juniper became my cat under a memorable set of circumstances which Iāll describe briefly.
Fed up with the logjam that was my life at the time, in February I created a detailed plan to heal more of my childhood trauma in the coming months and years. I knew what a role such trauma can play in āgumming up the works.ā
One day, shortly after conducting a small ceremony in which I declared my intention to reparent my inner orphan, this thin gray cat appeared in front of our home. I had seen her once or twice the previous summer but this time she looked scraggly and emaciated.
My heart sank when I realized how cold and hungry she must be, so I showed her some affection and that was the beginning of a love affair that continues to this day. ā¤ļø
Juniper became a symbol of my neglected inner child, often playing that part in my dreams. In adopting and nurturing her, I feel like Iāve been symbolically reparenting the abandoned parts of myself that split off and caused so much suffering throughout my life.
Looking back through some of my memories from 2022, I found this precious video of the first time she lay on my chest. By the way, is cat ASMR a thing? Because I feel like it should be. šø
I'm entering this year's Gratitude Olympics.