It's 'that time of the month'. This morning sitting was all about being with body, and accepting brain's temporary dullness.
Feeling every cell, each vibrating at seemingly different frequencies, and pushing against each other, from all the extra turgidity. Tendons stretching in odd places. Blood pooling down at the place where it all started. Feeling all of it, and at same time craving sharp mind, quiet body. Random thought, this is why Buddha was not a woman. Just a thought, judging. Flash of awareness: to be with what is, that is the work to be done. Not easy, given lowered state of concentration, and fragmentation. Whole body is buzzing with hypersensitivity. Thought, 'handle with care', and smile. Really, better go back to breath, or at least try. Breathing through every part of the body that's screaming for attention. Not liking, being mostly body. Wishing for a return, soon to a more balanced state. Craving, noted.
Woman's experience of body is so profound, and different from men. Makes me wonder . . . how do feminine physical experiences shape women's spirituality? and fit within the context of otherwise largely male influenced spiritual structures?