The years are long, but the days are short; so let’s be selective with our interests, commitments, engagements and activities for, thankfully, we can have it all, just not all at once.
Yoga - just you and the mat. No masks. No pretense. No fake-it-till-you-make-it.
How lucky are we to be born again each morning?
OH the sheer agony of caring for the family and tending to the home while feeling unwell. We know it from periods, pregnancy, childbirth and postpartum, traumatic or sad events, the common cold, chronic illness, heartache, heartbreak and beyond. There is no relief to be found. My personal solution? Complain (and blame) loudly and incessantly until someone (my husband) tells me they feel sorry for me and then all is a little bit more right in my world - merci beaucoup, dankeschön.
What is your illness telling you? STOP most of what you’re doing, get quiet & listen intent-ly.
My head is now submerged in what feels like a giant cotton ball and I’m hearing from my dis-ease that I’ve been consuming too much. Intaking kids’ equipment, junk food, other’s opinions, gossip, media, activity, meetings… throat, nose, ears and eyes are ailing. As I have been actively releasing much of this worldly influx as of late, I can also concur this is another important, physical step in the cleansing. ☁️
Handpick preferences and priorities. Your own, not others’.
