I don’t mean to brag or anything, but my body’s pretty smart. As we continue talking about setting boundaries here at CUAV, I’m learning more and more about how much knowledge my body carries.
Our participants and staff spent all of August focusing on the idea that “my boundaries are already in me.” This means that, just like a snail’s protective shell is part of her body, my boundaries are part of me. I don’t have to wait for somebody else to give me my boundaries or to grant me permission to use them. I don’t even have to come up with the perfect words to explain my boundaries to myself or to other people. My body says it all – maybe not in words, but through breath, pain, tension, and more. There’s nothing wrong with pausing to think, but a lot of the time, when my mind stops to wonder about what I need, my body already knows.
As we sink into how our bodies are feeling, through activities like dance and theater of the oppressed games, I’m expanding my idea of what it means to know. I don’t always have all the answers, but when it comes to my boundaries, my body can give me all the information I need.