The Heart Is A Muscle, Work It.

This is the tagline of the kettlebell gym I went to today.

Knowing the name of the gym is, Bleeding Hearts,

I’m sure the statement has multiple meanings to them as well.

This to me is everything.

I am a Mind Body Coach.

This means I believe that all of the parts of our experience support one another.

The body supports the mind.

And the mind, the body.

But inside of all of that wonderful mess,

lies, the heart.

To stay balanced and moving forward,

we must acknowledge all of it.

With the heart,

we are talking about something very physical,

and yet, ethereal.

I believe it’s health matters on all planes of existnace

and again, supports the whole.

When we ignore our emotional body,

the part of us that is the gate way to our truest essence,

we get sick.

Our soul suffers.

Creativity is stifled.

We can not look at physical symptoms alone,

we must question the emotional state as well.

The art of allowing is a practice that helps.

When there are emotions that resonate in the heart space,

a sacred pause is required.

Tune into sensation.

Shit the perspective to witness.

Close your eyes.

Breathe deeper.

Sit back, watch and allow.

Soon the tightness around the heart softens.

Space is made.

The heart becomes stronger,

it is now safe from the minds rantings

that we must either fight, die or run.

Instead we show up calmly,

with courage and compassion.

We know the truth.

Our heart needs to be set free.

Each time you work your heart like this,

the process becomes easier.

Just like swinging kettlebells.