It would be nice. Sometimes yes, often no. Those of us who grew up in the Western World, under the shadow of the Cross, we are sort of crucified, just like that famous guy nailed to a tree; crucified by the idea of the dislocation and duality of Body and Spirit. Hard to avoid it. Translated by the Nuns in Grade School, and hammered into the heads of all the little children, the unsuspecting flock, it was that pernicious idea that the Body, and all its naughty excretions was a dirty & Evil thing, only the pure Holy Spirit was right and good, and in tune with the doings of Heaven.
Even for those of us who spent lots of time decontaminating ourselves from that holy shite, we still live with it deep in the bone. I wear a little dangling, stone-faced, metal Buddha on a leather string around my neck. He is sitting contentedly, with a maybe a hint of smile on his face. I have worn it for years and years. Often I forget it's even there. Still, it's my way of declaring that the old duality is null & void in my life. Easier said, or thought, than done. I do my best to live with the idea that Mind/Heart/Spirit are one. Meditation is a working towards, a seeking, a wordless approach to a blissful, seamless, one-ness. Sometimes it "works," there are those fleeting, ephemeral moments of a complete one-ness and connectedness. Rare, invisible, vanished in an instant, but indelible.
Nice idea. Sometimes I really can get there. Glimpsed once it changes you forever. Of course, our bodies are moving targets, constantly growing, morphing, becoming. Same with our Heads and Hearts. Life truly is change. We are change too. The only constant, no constant. Maybe comfort in the skin is not the ideal. Alive. In the moment. Present. In all it's dirtiness and shiny-ness too. That's it.
