Touching Down

I’ve been doing this thing lately, of getting in contact with my body by saying ‘touch down’ to myself, and bringing my consciousness to the bottom of my belly, the pelvic floor. It has become a little ritual whenever I find myself thinking or trying to figure something out or reading for the sake of reading, and my awareness is like a clenched fist in my upper body. Then I say those 2 magic words, and it drops down immediately like a rock, my body opens up and relaxes. This also tells me that I am still gobbling without savouring, barely chewing, not deepening into the experience, whatever it happens to be. But my body catches it, and tries to reject it, tries to bar the stuffing, tries to say stop, no more.