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Right Brain/Left Brain

I am in my office again. I just finished a pretty easy week at work. I was only covering my own desk, which meant that I had a reasonable amount to do. There are definitely ebbs and flows of work and this was a particularly light flow.

It is 6:00 p.m. EDT and it is pitch black outside. I wish that they would recognize that there has not been justification for Daylight savings time for over a hundred years and remove it. It is such a great example of how we deny the fact that we are animals in praise of our “greater knowledge,” from our logical brains. Daylight savings time throws entire populations into jet lag without even a change in sun patterns to help them adjust. 

I first experienced an understanding of this disconnect in grade four when I had a crush on my classmate. It was during this time that I decided that my brain would be in charge instead of my natural inclinations. I had to take control of how I was acting. By nine years of age I had already learned that what my logical brain wanted should take precedence. Now I am spending more time trying to reconnect with what I actually want, not what I “should” want. I find this interesting.

It has long been known that the brain has two hemispheres. These look almost identical and it can appear as though they would do the same thing but they do not. There is a great video by Dr. Jill Bolte Taylor during which she explains her experience after having a stroke that knocked her left-brain “off-line” so to speak. She explained that her right brain is connected to a greater knowing, a connection to the energy that is all around us.

At the risk of over simplifying this, the left-brain is the logical, thought producing hemisphere. It spends its entire day generating words that form thoughts. These repeating messages occur over and over again until we believe them. This is the part of the brain that says things like, “You shouldn’t do that”. The right side is more of the artistic side, but I like to call it the animal side. It is the part of the brain that knows how to survive and what it enjoys.

So we get ourselves into situations where the two sides of our brains are arguing. I was already having this argument at nine years of age. It occurred again when I was trying to decide whether or not to resume my marriage. Funny thing. The right side always won. This is true in other aspects of my life. The vision disturbances and the crying were both my body, or my animal side telling me that I was not OK despite the fact that my logical brain could come up with all kinds of quantifiable arguments about the logistics of leaving.

Stop for a moment and consider the fact that you are reading this sentence. To most people, this is experienced as “hearing the words” in your mind. As you read this, you hear the words, “As you read this” in your mind. Is this true for you? Is this how you experience reading to yourself? If it is, I have a question. Who is listening? Let me propose a possibility. It is not our bodies, our animal side or our right brain that is in control. It is also not our thoughts, the words that we tell ourselves or our left-brain that is in control, it is you, the one listening to your brain read the words.

One of the ways that this conflict plays out in our society is through all of the rules that are shared about how we should live that if followed, take us further away from the knowledge that we instinctively have about how to take care of ourselves. The media goes crazy condemning foods and then exonerating them. Telling us how much sleep, exercise, food and television we should indulge in. It does not take a genius to see that this is not working. It might be time to get back into our bodies and begin to listen to what they are saying.

Our bodies need to be cared for, not tortured. The food restriction, the belief in things like, “no pain, no gain” and our crazy schedules do not respect the fact that our bodies are where we live. We need to learn to listen to the messages that they are sending us about play and rest; enjoyment and focus; hunger and movement. Reconnecting is the key, not learning the newest fad.

All bodies will want to move. It may not be “exercise” but they are designed to be doing things. Our bodies know what they want to eat and when they are full. Also, we know how much sleep we need. In our overbooked lives, it is easy to let our left brains convince us that what we need to do is more important than taking care of ourselves. These brain over body arguments all need to be reexamined.

Recognize that the part of you that is listening to this as you read it to yourself, can see both sides. You can hear the left brain spewing rules about how you should behave and the right brain desiring more freedom. You know what you actually want and taking time to be quiet in wordlessness will help you connect to this knowing more and more.

This is an excerpt from my soon to be released book, “I Woke Up In Paradise”. http://web.me.com/wendyjpowell/I_Woke_Up_in_Paradise/Where_Did_I_Come_From/Where_Did_I_Come_From.html

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This is a personal reading from my book, “I Woke Up in Paradise”, entitled, “Ask the Universe”.

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I am reblogging this from my other Tumblr site, wokeinparadise. This is a reading of one of my posts. These posts are going to be released as a book in the new year.

wokeinparadise:

This is a personal reading from my soon to be released book, “I Woke Up in Paradise”. This bit is entitled, “My Sister Vicki”.

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I Wrote A Book!

I have been writing a book since July and I plant to publish it early in 2012. I would like your opinion on a book cover. I have designed nine covers and they are all in a ONE question survey. The photos have the front cover on the right and the back cover on the left. The single question follows the nine photos and is on the second page of the survey.

Let me know your favourite! Thanks.

http://www.surveymonkey.com/s/JG8GKX9

Check out more of the book on my website.

http://web.me.com/wendyjpowell/I_Woke_Up_in_Paradise/Where_Did_I_Come_From/Where_Did_I_Come_From.html

I Woke Up in Paradise: Point of No Return

wokeinparadise:

It is Saturday morning. I spent Friday writing, editing and posting blogs on another topic and did not end up writing any of this story. I am sitting on my deck at the back of the house on a lounge chair. The deck is a half story above ground level and gives the feeling that you are elevated…

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I Woke Up in Paradise: Hill in the Park

wokeinparadise:

My first kiss is another story. I mentioned my friend earlier that just happened to be the only girl my age on our block. She had found herself a boyfriend. I don’t know the details of how they started speaking but she had secured a time to meet him at a large park near our houses. Actually,…

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I Woke Up in Paradise: Admission

wokeinparadise:

The only thing that still remained unresolved was my application for veterinary medicine. In order to apply to veterinary medicine there were several things that you had to complete. First, you had to fill out the paperwork and sign a release saying that they could access your marks. Then, you had…

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I Woke Up in Paradise: Crushing

wokeinparadise:

It’s Friday evening, which I’ve mentioned before. It seems to be the day of the week that I need to take stock of where I am before I begin writing. Not a busy week this week, work wise. It was however, a very stressful week, but that’s another story.

I am up on my balcony. I will sit up here…

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I Woke Up in Paradise: Absence of Parents

wokeinparadise:

The remaining memories of Oak Street were mainly of being alone. Unlike in the A-frame house, I have no memory of having a family dinner in the kitchen on Oak. I have no memories of watching television with my parents and I only have a few memories of playing outside. I don’t know if this was an…

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I Woke Up in Paradise: Oak Street

wokeinparadise:

That was the day that I moved out of Oak Street, but I was there, off and on for six years. These years saw me through public school and into my first year of high school. By grade 10 I was too far away to walk to high school, but from Oak Street, the high school was only a couple of blocks away.

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