I used to think my self looked something like this:

mind body spirit 1 | the both and | shorts and longs | julie rybarczyk

Things have shifted for me over the past few years. I’m starting to see me a lot more like this:

mind body spirit 1 | the both and | shorts and longs | julie rybarczyk

Maybe reality lies somewhere in between. I’m not sure.

I can only say that I have experienced more and more moments where the lines are blurred—between what I’m experiencing physically, spiritually, emotionally, mentally.

Like the times this past year when I have been grief stricken, and the only way I have been able to comfort my mind and my spirit has been through my body—holding a hand on my anxious stomach, taking a long, slow breath, or wrapping up in a warm, heavy blanket; closing my eyes; and, sometimes, even rocking.

Yes, I said rocking.

Miss Sarah has told me that rocking helps activate both sides of my brain so that both the rational and the emotional—the adult and the child-like—sides can together bring comfort and provide perspective, and healing. She says both sides are needed to help with coping.

I don’t know about that. I do know that if R-kids were crying and distraught, I’d wrap them up, hold them tight, and probably—without even thinking—I’d rock them. I have, and I do.

Doing so for myself, no matter how weird it has seemed at first (and, believe me, IT HAS SEEMED WEIRD), has also literally soothed my spinning thoughts, calmed my feelings, lessened…something. It didn’t take away the discomfort, but it eased it, considerably.

Coincidence? Maybe.

But it’s just one of the ways I’m finding that what I think

affects what I feel

affects what I am.

And what touches my body

touches my spirit

touches my mind.

And what awakens my spirit

awakens my mind

awakens my body.

I’m having a harder time extracting one from the other.

And I’m no longer sure why I would try.

by julie rybarczyk

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