24.2.2025
Constant questioning….
It is 12:10 and right now I am able to start writing. This morning was early, too early…my daughter and husband had been away for skiing and I was able to sleep just 1 hour more the whole of last week, and the change of rhythm did me good. So this morning getting up and becoming active early was a little harsh, but Gigi was very happy (my white shadow, our amazing dog, and of course Limpid Works therapist).
As soon as I got out of my futon the questioning started in my head: what will I write today? How will I start the blog? Shall I read the previous ones? A chain of questions started a movement of nervousness in me, which pushed me to one action: go to the forest and you will find your inspiration.
The starting point….
I always say in Somatic Dialogue sessions, that it is very fascinating and very inspiring to find the starting point of the movement. We always listen to the body in the way of finding where the movement starts on that particular day. Just imagine, you lie down on the ground and you wait to feel from where the movement starts in the body. If you listen well enough, or even long enough with staying attentive, you can feel that a lot of movement is there in the body even though we don’t move, or make a movement. I always find this a fascinating mind work to really listen to that starting point and from there to allow the movement to unfold through the body.
My starting point today…
Well it simply started with not knowing, with not having a clue what to write, but knowing very well that I have started this blog and that I will keep my word. This is how I moved my body to the forest with Gigi. Entering this morning I forgot to thank the trees, so absent minded I was.
Well I just started walking into the fog.
The forest looked very different, although I know it so well, the fog transformed the whole experience. The unknown was in front of me, and immediately I connected this beautiful vision of the forest to my state of mind: I was foggy, my ideas were lost in my mind’s fog this morning. So I had no other choice than to accept this and walk, trust my steps, and walk and find the magic in discovering the scenery as it appeared new to my vision through fog. The more I was walking into the fog, I was in it, and as I was in it I could see what was near me.

My starting point was to simply walk and get closer to my fog as I was walking through the fog of the forest. I calmed my mind by persuading myself that I will find something, that something will jump up during my walk.
So I walked, but nothing came, nothing jumped up, nothing appeared in my mind related to the blog and to my today’s writing. I only walked through this today-unknown-landscape, and lost myself in it, being absorbed by the foggy state of mind. I only have these images for you to see, as the fog has not revealed any thoughts to me, worth sharing, apart from that I feel utterly uninspirational today.
I had to walk, trusting that if I do not fix on this frozen flow in my brain, something might happen. yes frozen was the quality, and actually all of the puddles on the side of the path were frozen, beautiful ice, with cracks, like a graphic drawing.

What to do when frozen?
Contemplating this frozen puddle started my line of thoughts and I started talking to myself: yes dear your thoughts are frozen today, your flow is frozen and does not flow, your brain is foggy… but just remember what a beautiful day you had yesterday: for the first time you were co-facilitating with your ex-student and fresh colleague Pedro Prazeres a Dance Improvisation Open Class for 4 hours:) How heart and mind warming this experience was, how nourishing. How accompanied I felt and how happily I was accompanying.
This memory started the melting process in me.
Yes my thoughts were not aligning for the blog, but my flow of feeling started melting in my body that very moment. I admired the beauty of the frozen puddle and continued walking, enjoying every step, till I met the sun through the fog which had started dissipating.


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