I’ve had this lingering cold since September,
finally went to the doctor yesterday;
she wants me to squirt stuff up my nose,
gargle with salt water, and rest.
I’m tired of feeling draggy,
tired of living surrounded by boxes,
tired of being tired.
So today, I rested.
And it’s nuts what the voices in my head tell me.
Don’t be lazy.
It’s not so bad.
Look at your house! It’s deplorable.
You should be ashamed of yourself!
My overworking made me sick.
And now I’m trying to get better…
but somehow I’m not allowed
to do the things that will help me get better?
Another voice speaks.
Discern the voice of truth.
Listen a little more deeply.
Hear the song of being.
Let yourself heal.
At home again today,
starting to feel better,
and I have the urge
to throw myself back into all of the things
that made me sick in the first place.
Didn’t I learn the last thousand times?
Could I slow down for one more day
and let my body recuperate?
Who is telling me I need to do all of these things?
Could I let the house become messy
and love myself still?
Could I let my life become messy
and love myself still?
I subbed out my morning class
I subbed out my evening class
I subbed out tomorrow morning’s class too.
The yoga teacher needs to stay home
and remember she is still a student.
Somehow my yoga is simply being with my body
in this state of illness, exhaustion.
I need to really feel and notice what has happened.
The worry and the stress wore away at me
and here I am.
If I won’t learn the lesson this time,
it will just keep repeating itself until I do.
I want to learn.
I am ready to learn.
Woke up sick…
I’m wondering how to be well,
even when I feel like this.
I have my kids,
it’s summer vacation.
I would’ve preferred
to be a fun energetic mom,
you don’t always get what you want.
Can I drop the guilt at the increased TV time for them,
so that I can have increased rest time for me?
I guess I’m going to have to.
Guilt won’t make me well.
Only love, acceptance and time will.
And that about sums it all up.
Just a little reminder about self-care
for those of you who might need it…
Friend, take care of your precious self.
You do not need to ask permission.
There is no reason to believe
that getting your needs met is selfish.
Any act of loving self-care
is an act of service to humanity.
Don’t believe me?
Who will serve better—
She who is exhausted
or she who is well-rested?
Who will have the energy
to reach his deepest potential—
He who is starving
or he who is nourished?
It’s so simple, isn’t it?
If you want to have love to give,
love yourself first and foremost,
and let this love spill over
into the minds and hearts
of everyone around you.
Yes, you can give yourself
the rest, the nourishment,
the beauty, the caring,
the gentleness that you need.
You’re worth it!
An infusion of rose buds
cooled to the perfect temperature
for brewing green tea,
then straining and waiting
for the tea to cool to room temperature.
Now mix with a cup of honey,
a cup of starter tea,
and pour into a gallon jar.
Add a robust scoby,
now wait and wait,
and watch the miracles
the miracle of symbiosis.
A week or two or three weeks later,
pour your tea into smaller bottles
and add a little juice or fruit.
Wait a little more.
Wait a few days, a week or more.
Wait for the fizz,
the refreshing vivifying bubbles.
Cool in the fridge,
pour into a glass,
and prepare for a taste sensation.
Jun tea, an elixir of health!
*S.C.O.B.Y.=Symbotic Culture Of Bacteria and Yeast
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt asked us to write a poem centered around the sense of taste.