I’ve been in a space of constant input and output. No wasted minutes. A podcast while driving. Saying yes to everyone else as often as I could. Spiraling in the shower as I considered all the things that could go wrong if I missed something. Reading more and more books but retaining less and less of their content. Zero quiet minutes.
A business I work nearby has recently ceased to do business, and the marquee now says: “closed for good”. The phrasing got me thinking. I know in this sense it is meant to convey the finality of the closure, but it gave me pause – what if it meant the closing was good?
I know I’m in trouble when I start getting sick, particularly getting sick with weird little things. I am pretty in tune with my body and when I get tired, my nose runs. It’s like somewhere in the early part of my existence my brain noticed that I would lay down and rest when my […]
I recently took “off” about a month. I did have a bit of it where I was officially on that thing called vacation where I was off with my family and wasn’t sleeping at my own house, but I also had a bit of is where I was on my own and just mentally taking space to reset. I had a few weeks where I didn’t teach any yoga classes, and time where I released all the mental load and just WAS. I watched TV. Laid on the couch with a book. Decided hummus was a perfectly reasonable meal. I retreated.
I have always been fascinated by sparklers. It’s clear at a glance they have explosive energy, bits of light and specks of fie radiating in all directions – not at all the calm steady burn of a candles flame. And yet that display of raw energy poses virtually no threat and I can safely watch it burn, hold it just inches from my body, with no fear. I’m still captivated by the fire you can hold.