The Truth Teller
Updated: May 24, 2019
(This post was originally published on July 1, 2018)
Do you ever have those moments when you think you know something and then you discover that you really don’t know it, you just think you do? Well, I’m in the middle of one of those realizations right now.
My body has always registered whatever is going on with me, in me and around me. It screams at me with a tightness in my stomach or a pounding in my chest. Whenever I feel anxious or scared or move into some sort of existential guilt my heart begins to race. If it’s really bad, I won’t be able to eat and for sure, won’t be able to sleep. And when I am touched by something deeply true or tender, I instantly tear up. It is also true that I get a distinct but hard-to-describe-feeling in my whole body when someone I am with or see on TV is not telling the truth or does not feel safe. You know, like the wolf in the woods with Little Red Riding Hood or the one knocking on the door of the house made of sticks.
My body has always registered the energy around me. This I have always known, but it is only recently that I have begun to pay attention to it, to deeply appreciate it for being such an accurate and constant barometer. I am now really listening to it like a trust-worthy friend, for that is what it has always been. I just didn’t fully recognize it until now.