Having just been sick I am reminded how much I need this body. It is just like me to forget that I am attached here, that the balloon of me has a string. I can spend lots of time up in my head, ranging all over the world without ever leaving a quiet spot. I probably shouldn‘t tell you what I mean by “lots of time”. Take my word for it.
Eventually though I emerge from the dreams and start looking around for people. That is when I remember how much I need my tethered self to be in the world. Taking care of that self is a full time job. For instance, eating. What goes on in our brain that stirs real interest in food/drink at least three times a day. Nothing else is so compelling. Not even close. By the time the next meal rolls around, I am curious and a little happy, even delighted. I don‘t feel this way about my next breath, work, you or myself. Food however, every time is the ticket.
So I am always in the flux of enough time to get my head empty so that I can re-inhabit my body and connect with the life it lives connected to you. Being sick puts me 100% in my body, maybe as a way to reset my awareness. So I am eating, walking, taking the next breath. Good enough.