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NaPoWriMo 2020 Day 10

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Ah…today’s NaPoWriMo prompt invites us to try our hand at writing a hay(na)ku, which is sort of like a haiku, except the first line has one word, the second line has two words, and the third line has three. Well, let’s do this…

Hay(na)ku for Easter

Easter
No family
Going it alone

Easter
Virtual family
Zoom Video Chat

Easter
Mystical path
Meditate all day

Easter
Party time
Box of wine

Easter
Faith online
Viva la internet

Easter
Spring rebirth
Hallelujah, rising sun.
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And one more bonus hay(na)ku, from the unemployed yoga teacher…

Just Do It

Respiration:
Breathe in,
Breathe out. Repeat.

The Way You Do Anything…

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The way you doing anything
is the way you do everything.
So, if you’re really honest with yourself,
are you handling this pandemic
the way you handle
(what was) your everyday life?
Is it a crisis? Are you panicking?
Does it feel like something is missing?
Like you should have known better,
or done more, or saved more,
or created more by now?
Do you have regrets?
Do you yearn for what was?
And how is this thinking different
from the way you were thinking
before the $hit hit the fan? Honestly?
What if…
you decided to elevate your mind
to a state of gratitude?
What if you started searching
for the opportunities present
in this challenge?
What if you decided to leverage
your gifts, talents and abilities
in service of humankind, right now?
Just remember…
the way you do anything
is the way you do everything.

A Nice Cold One

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The reasonable voice says
Don’t panic.
But the panicky part in me
panics like never before.
So many questions.
So much uncertainty.
I hear the liquor stores are doing great right now.
It makes sense.
When faced with so much uncertainty,
and you have to stay home,
and you’re around your famly
for longer stretches of time than usual
and you don’t know how to do this…
A nice, cold one sounds like a great idea.
I’d like to tell everyone to wake up,
because that’s my job as a yoga teacher.
But I’m unemployed right now, sitting home,
alone because my kids are with their dad.
I look in my fridge. Virtually empty.
Do I risk going to the store?
A nice, cold one would be really great right now…

A Brand New Habit

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It’s up to me.
I choose how I go through this.
I choose my response.
The old habit may be to panic,
catastrophize and focus
on what could go wrong,
but this habit isn’t helpful.
It isn’t life-affirming,
or empowering.
It doesn’t enable me
to offer my gifts to the world.
Why not breathe?
Why not practice gratitude
for what could be
an incredible opportunity
for awakening, for transformation?
Why not envision
a realm of infinite possibility?
Let’s collectively create
a brand new habit called:
awakening to our blessings,
envisioning possiblity,
offering our gifts in service
to the greatest good!

Ride That Wave

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Anybody else go through these periods of time
where you procrastinate your butt off
and then get so disgusted with yourself for procrastinating
that you finally bust a bunch of things out all at once?
Yeah…
Maybe someday I’ll get better at parsing things out
and doing things bit by bit like a reasonable person.
But for now, when the wave of getting things done shows up,
I’m going to ride that wave as long as I can!

I Wonder…

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I’ve been flexing a mind muscle lately…
Instead of allowing myself to think about things
that annoy me, upset me, frustrate me, worry me or bother me,
I am choosing to think about things
that light me up, inspire me, motivate me, excite me, and delight me.
I’ve been a lot happier lately.
I wonder if exercising my power to choose
has something to do with it.

Regardless of the Neatness

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I want to get creative.
I want to paint
draw
write
dance
sing
knit
sew
cook
do yoga.
I look around my house.
It’s cluttered, disorganized.
I can’t create with my house like this,
I tell myself.
So I pick up.
Dust.
Vacuum.
Put away.
Organize.
I look around my house again.
It’s beautiful. Neat. Luminous.
But now I’m so damn tired
I no longer have the energy to create!
Maybe I need to learn how to create
regardless of the neatness of my space.

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The New Sexy

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I am making peace with my humanness
because not to make peace is insanity.
I have come to realize that the struggle for survival
is over, and so I no longer need to act
as if my life is a struggle.
To truly love is to be deeply honest
and to move and speak and give
from that deep core of truth.
It’s normal to feel tired when you’re working hard
and it’s normal to feel tired when you’re
thinking about working hard
yet feeling directionless, unsure.
It’s ok not to know.
It’s ok to make mistakes.
It’s ok to be who you really are,
without pretense, without the drive to impress.
Authenticity is the new sexy.