Detox & Cleanse for a Head Type

I feel as if I need a detox and cleanse for my head. I look around the house and there are clumps of accumulated ‘stuff’ – supplements, food, bath and beauty product, books, movies, cd's, clothing, snacks – even my email folders and internet articles (do I really, really need 5 different email addresses?) – the list can go on, but that’ll just be another clump. They have become my own personal environmental footprint. I’ve been battling this insatiableness of the 7 since I learned about my enneatype and took a(nother) honest look at myself, in all of my gluttony, narcissism, pain avoidance, and need for variety, options, and infinite possibilities. I would defend my right to believe in the latter with my last breath.

This led me to read in one of my many (!!) articles on the enneagram that 7’s original loss was “I was too sad.” A little pebble dropped into the pond and I remember when that first came up during some enneagram work I did. Sadness came seeping then pouring out of me, honestly I had no idea it was there, like a steady flow of melancholy, with so much resignation and hopelessness I just wanted to lie down and die. That was how I felt most of the 14 years of my first marriage, which ended a blessed 10 years ago. Somehow that sadness had slipped my consciousness in the years hence, and although much had healed in me that sadness stayed wrapped in a waterproofed bundle for a while longer. There’s much more I could say (or write) about my journey and healing with this sadness that is hidden for the most part, I could write a whole story if I tried, but ought I to? It is certainly an option, but is it cloaked in the aura of exciting possibility to which I have little immunity and much craving?

It is time to trot out the mantra: "I have enough. There is enough. I need no more." Again, but to which I will add, “Know when it is enough, and STOP.

The point at which I ought to stop is the heart of the matter. I tend to railroad right over that little squeal of the brakes, in my headlong rush to more and more (and more!) stimulating possibilities. The only way for me to put a stop (ha ha) to that, or at least slow it down, is with my body. When I make a determined effort to give my body more say, more power and more focus, I feel lighter in my head, heavier in my bottom, and generally calmer and clearer. I don’t wobble as much in decision-making as when I feel more head-heavy, because the majority of the infinite number of choices before me fall like chafe from wheat, easily and quite simply. With this clarity come objectivity (not to be confused with indifference or aloofness, which I am prone) and expansiveness of vision, and this is when I learn best the lessons and insights in the kernel in the centre. Then I don’t feel the need to stuff myself with everything and anything, to fill the big hole in my solar plexus because I’ve disconnected from my lower body, my creative Goddess, my source to abundance.

My body, how do I stay connected to you?

PUT ALL OF YOUR TRUST IN ME. As if you are blind, and I am the only guide you have. Unlearn EVERYTHING you’ve learned before, and I will teach you what you need to know, give you what you need to have. No more, no less.

Write, only when my body wants to, not when my head thinks I should. (out of guilt, shame, anger, fear, etc.)
Exercise,
Eat,
Talk,
Travel,
Email,
Surf,
Read,
Express,
Rest,
Act,
... ditto.

I shall become as purely sensate a being as I can, and learn to say “that’s enough.” Know it, mean it, and live it.

It’s like playing Simon Says with my body. Body Says... Stay in touch!

p.s. The totem animal for Type 7 ought to be Squirrel, in my book. Okay, enough.