The Wisdom of the Body: Listening Beneath Thought
The Wisdom of the Body Some days, I feel that my body is far wiser than I will ever be. It speaks so quietly that I often miss it—under the noise of thought, the flicker of screens, the urgency of plans. Yet, when I pause, when I let the noise settle even for a moment, it begins to hum. A subtle pulse, a tension here, a warmth there—the body saying, I am here. I have been here all along. I realize how little the mind truly cares for this soft creature it inhabits. It pushes it, feeds it things it doesn’t need, keeps it awake when it longs for rest, and intoxicates it when it hungers for presence. The mind chases pleasure, control, and stories—it drinks to forget its restlessness, scrolls to silence its boredom, thinks endlessly to avoid the simple ache of being. And yet the body keeps whispering, “I only want to breathe.” When I notice how often my mind overrides my body, I feel a quiet sorrow. I drink coffee when my stomach is already tight. I stay awake long after my eyes burn....