The Body Remembers

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July 15, 1983 was hot and muggy and humid. I actually do not remember this at all but I must assume that somewhere it was this way.

I was in South New Jersey and my father was dying and I am quite sure it was hot and muggy and humid because how else could it have been?

Every year I forget until I remember.

There is a sense of urgency in the weight of my footsteps as if they are trying to get somewhere without me. I hear my voice and realize there is something behind the words but I am not sure what it is until I hear the date spoken aloud.

Ah! The date my father died A voice that either belongs to me or doesn’t speaks inside my mind.

This is why I love yoga: It unburies the sounds of things you have buried in your body.

It’s the body that remembers. Always.

It’s the body that is the sleeping cat.

The mind cannot be trusted. The mind will tell you it has forgotten, while the body! The body will never  lie.

The body cradles the memory within it and will show it to you in a flash as you buy milk at the store or fold forward in a yoga pose. The body will remind you that today is the day your father died all those years ago.

If the body forgot there would be no more memories and today might just be another day on the calendar, like any other with it’s weather and dust and cups of coffee and love and disappointments.

Today is the day my father died in the middle of the night before his heart could be pumped back in time. And although I do not mark it down anywhere on any calendar, and although I sometimes I do try and forget, my body remembers and there comes a moment on July 15, no matter what year, when I bow my head and shake my fist at the sky.

Forgive your muscles and your joints for not forgetting, for keeping that imprint alive in such a way that one day you will look back on your life and whisper to it:

Dear Life, Of all the things I have forgotten, and there have been many, I thank you for taking these snapshots and leaving them with me in stone, because without them I would be insufferable with wonder at how the events of my life slipped past me before I was able to discover who I was in time.

So go ahead and think you are forgetting.

It won’t matter. You aren’t and you can’t.

There is an imprint in you that says: This is when this happened. 

The stamp has been laid.

So let your mind be open and go ahead and buy milk in the store, and every once in a while when you feel a pang in your heart or a splurge of oh my God in your bones, please understand what it is:

It is your life, trying to be remembered.

I miss you, Daddy.

Jennifer Pastiloff
I am a lover of life, laughter, poetry, yoga and a really good glass of wine. I created Manifestation Yoga, which is all about causing serious breakthroughs in your life without being too serious. My rule of “If you fall you must laugh and take down your neighbor” is Strictly enforced! I teach all over Los Angeles and also in Philadelphia & NJ at Dhyana Yoga. I travel the world teaching workshops and leading retreats. My nephew Blaise was recently diagnosed with a rare genetic disorder called Prader Wille Syndrome (PWS) which prompted me to start GAME Yoga. Gifts And Miracles Everyday: Free Yoga for Kids w/ Special Needs. It’s also a really good excuse for me to be around kids whom I generally loved more than the average adult. I am also a poet, and in the process of writing a book. I firmly believe that you can manifest whatever it is you want in your life. I am partially deaf and wear hearing aids. I spent 13 years working in the same restaurant and I believe that everyone should have a job in the service industry at least once in their life. It’s good for the soul.
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  1. Great article. Yes, half of me wonders if it has something to do with DNA, inside the code is odds are some degree of memory storage. My body remembers the seminal moments in my life too. Especially the positive stuff, like my last swim meet in college and my last event. I have dreams about swimming a lot so there is a lot truth to all this. I love yoga, I usually wind up falling asleep on my mat the end of the session because I am so relaxed. I realize that yoga is good for the soul.

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