You are a plaything in Earth’s game of push-me pull-me.

All the bodies in your universe, and everything in your surroundings–human beings and objects–have mass. They’re invisibly attracting you, pulling you toward them, even the seas outside you to which your shoulders may open.

Every action that you conceive, every word that you say ripples through your universe and your universe through you. The cost of claiming that mutual influence is both great and small is mindfulness. 

The air around you has weight, about 2 pounds per square yard. When you walk you are an efficient little air plow, the displaced air swirling around and behind you.  You can become aware of that and change your walk. Your poor neglected back—buffeted by forces —will claim its rightful place in your attention, a part of your buoy toy’s upward mobility.  

The air is beating on you right now trying to reclaim the space of which you’ve robbed it. Some yoga practitioners claim that they can sense that pressure and are oriented by it. You can claim that awareness for your good self. You can sense it and imagine it, the difference between sensing and imagining is an open question. Air is leaning on you right now like the water that leans on a buoy.

My advice, lean back, omni-directionally. Release your expanding greater self into the greater expanding universe. Imagine a sea of benevolent hands about you, buoying you up. You’ll live, move, breathe, and act with the consciousness of the universe. Are your breathing a bit better, now? Can you allow a directed hand on your back to help claim all of the above, your gifted gravitas?

We can explore this together. Call me