Some days it’s hard to accept what I see in the mirror. A blemish, a new wrinkle or some other indignity of aging. Hair growing out my ear? Really? Why?
In those moments the challenge is to accept what is. So I repeat my mantra: “This is how I am now”. And if I persevere, some days I can get beyond my ego and enjoy being alive, even with hair growing out of my ear.
The Heart-wave reflects the state of the mind because of a direct connection between the emotional right hemisphere of the brain, and the SA node in the heart. This connection occurs via the Autonomic Nervous System (ANS) which serves to coordinate brain and body states. If you are angry because someone just stole your food, your body needs to be in a state that supports “angry behaviors” e.g. grabbing the food back. And if you are sharing a tender moment with your lover, the body needs to be in a relaxed, open, receptive state. The ANS makes this happen.
Some days it’s hard to accept what I see in the Mind Mirror. After weeks of getting a nice smooth heart-wave I am rather proud of my skill. Like a little boy who has grown confident that his finger-painting is great because his mother tells him so every time. But today my heart-wave looks like an ugly, jagged coastline. I try pleading my case-“I don’t feel that bad, the wave shouldn’t look like that.” And when that doesn’t work I protest in frustration-“but I’m really good at this!”. The wave gets even more irregular and ugly. Now I’m really angry. Fortunately, just before I throw the damn thing against the wall I have a thought:
"This is how I am now."
As I focus on accepting how I am right now (jagged heart-wave with hair growing out of my ear) my mind begins to settle. The heart wave begins to settle. The process continues and my capacity to stand back and observe increases. The hair growing out of my ear is kind of funny. But it’s also a little sad. I’m aging. And apparently I’m not totally okay with that. The more I accept my feelings, the more the energy associated with them dissipates, and the smoother the wave gets. Thoughts of aging drift away and a new thought comes to the surface: I really am good at finger painting. Always have been.