It's right there. Sending out messages all the time.
So many messages in fact that our brain can't consciously hold them all. Pick one.
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Maybe the tickle of spring wind on your hairy arms?
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(When I was a teen I used* to consider shaving my forearm hair cuz it was darker than the other girls'. I was embarrassed. Now my womanly age brings a sense of confidence in my body. And an appreciation for the purpose of my arm hair. I can sense so much with those little black tendril whisps.)
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Or perhaps the aroma of flamingo pink peonies?
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(They're in bloom right now in the city. And isn't it just The Tops! to watch little ants march around the late bloomer buds?)
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Or by chance you're a sun worshiper and are venturing out to the beach for the first time; can you feel how your bod responds to lounging in sand granules -- amidst trillions of lil lazy time pebbles?
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(I much prefer a chilly ocean dip followed with a hot sand exfoliation {full bod if I can} and day-long sun worship.)
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Do you get the idea???
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You can enter your body's felt experience at any time.
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For some of us that's easier said than done. For others it's a practice we're coming back to....and for some, the "noticing muscle" is flexed, shiny, and ready to rollllll more often than not.
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Enjoy your bod feels, friend.
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*I did not shave my arms. Ever. And now gratefully, I love my arms. They remind me of my dad's foresty forearms. The ones I saw reaching towards fuel pumps. The ones that got sprinkled with circular saw dust. The ones that lay crossed upon his belly, thoughtfully remembering the army friends he's lost.