I have a confession to make.
Have you ever deeply hated something, but still found it impossible to let yourself off of the hook? You kept going along or kept showing up even though you dreaded the thing?
Maybe it’s a networking group that you just cannot get yourself to say no to. Maybe it’s some annual family tradition or something as a parent that you continue to trudge along to, even though it’s the worst.
As for me, I really cannot stand those mommy-and-me classes that you take your baby or toddler to, but I keep going to them.
If you’re not a parent or if you’ve never been to these classes, let me explain why they’re an advanced form of torture.
Let’s take mommy-and-me music class, for example.
A room full of very tired adults paste on a smile and act the buffoon for one hour while avoiding eye contact with anyone else in the room. The adults sit in a circle and sing very bad music, a.k.a. “children’s songs,” which will play in their heads incessantly preventing restful sleep for days to follow. Meanwhile, the children do whatever the %$#@ they want to, screaming and running around or staring like a zombie at the bizarre spectacle of their nanny crawling on the floor and singling about zoo animals. The kids almost never participate in any way in the musical torture. Sometimes, adults run around in a circle while their child rides on their backs, pulling hair and holding on by the nostrils, while the adult sings a song vaguely about a horse or a firetruck but with no meaningful storyline.
I could go on, but you get the point. The classes are weird and not in a fun way. However, I still go. I feel like my daughter benefits, possibly? Makes me feel like I’m a good mom?
The point of sharing the story is that a miracle happened.
Really this is kind of a double-miracle.
Last month, Amelie and I spent a simply divine hour-and-a-half at a mommy-and-me art class. That’s a miracle for me.
Which brings us to what our children need us to understand.
The other miracle is precisely what our children (and the world) deeply needs from us.
The miracle looks like this:
When we walked through the door, Amelie beelines to one of the six art stations. There, she paints using the wheels of a small, toy truck as the “brush” dipping its wheels in white paint and running it over the paper. Then, she mixes pink and orange paint using the top of the truck and stamps the paper with this combination.
Then, for no clear reason, she stops truck-painting.
If you have children, this may sound normal, but in our society, witnessing this means watching a miracle. Why is this miracle?
The answer to that question is crucial for our own body alchemy practices.
Being three-years-old, Amelie has something that most of us no longer possess and that we relearn through body alchemy.
She is in flow with her body.
Amelie is fully present in her body. She reacts to her bodies’ communications so instantly that there’s no mental consideration involved. Because her body is also fully aligned with inner intuition, her body takes her where her intuition tells her to go.
We find this state of flow when we can begin to truly connect to our physical bodies.
Our bodies’ purpose is to be the conductor of our intuition’s direction.
When we are in that intuitive flow, our bodies are poetry in motion, like a lightning rod grounding divine messages shot from the universe.
If we want to find our purpose, we can always start by getting in sync with our bodies.