Grounded

I have been plagued by a variety of unique health challenges this year. Offer me a couple of months of injury-free training, a resiliant immune system, a smidge of ambition and I’d bite your hand off.

An over exaggeration perhaps, but the point remains. The latest, far less severe, challenge has been my lower back and hips. Though there are numerous solutions, most which I have often practised, one seemed instinctively needed.

There are many physical benefits to sitting on the ground. Improved flexibility and mobility. The need to lightly engage one’s core, encourging natural stability.

An enlightend Yogi may be able to expand upon certain spiritual and philosophical aspects of sitting on the ground. A restoration of one’s energy.

I am not enlightend. I began sitting on the floor hoping it would aid in healing my lower back and hips. Which is certainly has. Beyond that I have found it of greater value internally. The physical action, almost humbling, allows an opportunity to reset the body’s frequency. It serves as a reminder that the floor is hard; eliminating those, ever-present, remaining fragments of one’s ego. A reminder of our fragility. A personal reminder that I am not a unique snowflake.

Although the difficulties appear to be external, it is deep within us where these difficulties truly reside, and are overcome.

I don’t know. Perhaps I’m just full of it. I’m sure that soon enough I’ll once again fall into the pattern of the modern world; only to realise it’s empty and shallow.