Answers don't come only in words.

So I go to my shrink and tell him all my woes. Loss. Grief. Sorrow. Separation from God. Desolation. He says, “You need to exercise 30 minutes every day.” I say, “I know, I know. But we really need to get down into it. Sorrow! Grief! War! Desolation! Loss!” He says, “I don’t want you up in your head. I tell all my patients they should exercise 30 minutes every day.”

We went about five rounds like this. When the going gets tough, I always want to figure it out. But that’s the paralysis of analysis. That’s giving my brain total dominion over the rest of me. That’s ignoring body and soul. Brain is a good tool, a bad master.

So I decided to try it. Guess what? He was right. Some of the answers to the craziness of 21st century life, and life in general, are stored in my body. And all of them will be channeled through my soul. I’ll have no access if the mental chatter isn’t slowed down.

So for right now I’m playing an old spirit circle drumming tape and moving the bod. Then a 1/2 hour walk. I’m planning to do this every day. What could it hurt? And, frankly, I get a little tired of the chatter in my head. Time to try something else.