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My focusing practice is mostly about my relationship with my moving body so you might think that moving is easy for me. That is not the case. I have a difficult time maintaining not only my WBF practice of moving but also being able to stick to an exercise plan.
For most of my young life, moving was not encouraged and many times vociferously discouraged. For me, not engaging in physical activity was a way to contain the anger that I felt being a member of my family. If I didn’t move, I didn’t feel anything. As an adult, I can choose to be more physically active. My question has become, “When I move, what happens on an emotional level?”
For my mother, keeping me still contained her anger and fear of the sexual abuse she had experienced as a young girl. I spent the summer of my twelfth year sitting on the steps in front of my house as an observer of the movement of my neighborhood. A friend joined me because I was forbidden to go anywhere else and our other friends stopped playing street games. They now had responsibility for running their households because their mothers were working.
How Not Moving Moves Us
The funny thing about this restriction is that it turned our focus on what our parents were trying to avoid. All we thought about was boys, being sexy, being competitive, and imagining ourselves as independent sexual beings. We had nothing else to do. Our favorite activity was determining whether another girl or woman who went by was “competition.” If a boy or man passed by we calculated whether or not he was a potential liaison. After a few weeks of seeing the same people over and over again, we developed elaborate narratives about each of these unsuspecting neighbors—we never; however, made any attempt to act out the stories in real life.
Our stillness was not only the result of our parents’ fear; it was pervasive at that time that girls should not move. We should not play sports because it might cause infertility. We should not swim because there might be human predators in the water. Dancing was no longer okay even if we had dance lessons when at 6 or 7 years old. I got to high school never having played on a sports team.
When I joined a group of girls who wanted a girls’ basketball team in grammar school, the nuns banned even the idea of a girls’ basketball team. In high school, I worked out with the girl’s basketball team. My parents felt it was not their responsibility to get me to and from basketball practice. There was no other way for that to happen. One night of being left on a street corner alone to find my way home after dark was enough for me to get the message of their intense disapproval and enough to stop me from playing on the basketball team.
As an adult, I tried to integrate movement and/or exercise into my life. A pattern emerged. I would start to move. At first, it was a big struggle. It then began to become more natural. Then, one day it felt ecstatic. That put an end to my movement. I would stop whatever type of movement got me there. This pattern has repeated itself throughout my life no matter how determined I was to change it.
What is your experience?
I’m in my sixties now, and I am a Wholebody Focuser. I hold space for the part of me that is screaming to move while another part of me needs to put a stop to all movement no matter the cost. Sometimes I hold space for both while I let movement emerge from my body. Sometimes I hold space for both while I’m still. That’s all I know right now.
How do you manage to hold both in situations that present fundamental challenges to moving forward?
Dear Diana
I so deeply appreciate this story around moving, There is just so much there about your experience both what couldn’t happen and now the possibility of what movement could feel like now! How you mustn’t for so many reasons and now…… how does it feel to move now…now that you can? What happens in ‘you’ as you experience yourself in moving…….? The life in the moment itself, a life all its own that gives you a sense of yourself you didn’t know was there. It sounds like a whole new relationship is happening between you and the enjoyment of the movement experiencing itself moving through you. Kevin
Thanks, Kevin for your comment. Writing this post helped me become aware that movement is NOT as easy for me as I had thought. It’s just easier than trying to be with what is here using words. Both are difficult, but I have a way in when movement is involved.
I also struggled to leave this open-ended. I don’t know what will come next. That’s better than feeling defeated that I “failed” again.