Happy Mother’s Day. Today’s yoga practice was “Rose Yoga”. Fitting.
Cinco de Mayo.
Sitting in the sunlight relishing in the cool breeze and trying to find a little peace.
I have to go into our office tomorrow, just for the day. I haven’t gotten ready for work in over 6 weeks. I’m not sure I want to start again.
How are you doing? Are you working? How has that been going?
Subtle slow rolling
Escaping over the plane.
Resting on your lip.
Does it leave a trail?
Notes of evolution
Trickling along your jaw
You know how sometimes people say Ring around the Rosie is a nursery rhyme that references the plague? I think for the most part it’s agreed that’s not true, but my cooped up mind started wondering today what our nursery rhyme for this current period would be.
This little photo diary I set out to do is turning into a “read my ramble” diary.
How do you guys think our nursery rhyme would go?
Milk in my hands
Though I squeeze every crevice of skin together
It seeks out the cracks
Slivers of space where thought once existed
It bleeds over my knuckles
Counting the moments
One by one
Lucious seconds dripping to the floor
Opaque shape shifting shadows
Of a minute hand stuck
Though the clock ticks on
One thing I’ve had to battle with, throughout my adult life, but also during this weird period is being gentle with myself. I wasn’t raised in that typical environment and I’ve always been really harsh with myself because of things I picked up from that environment.
It’s not unusual for me get to down and think some pretty awful things about myself. During this stay at home/quarantine period I find those thoughts popping up more often. I’m keeping busy but it doesn’t seem to be enough to stop them.
This has really turned into a practice of being gentle with myself and recognizing those thoughts when they pop up so I can counter them.
Anyone else having to battle nagging negative thoughts? Any tips?
Today my heart hurts and that’s ok. I find myself wishing for things past, things yet to come and wondering why the present is so … complicated. Everything is weird and it’s normal to feel up, down and all around. It’s sometimes difficult not to get mired in those feelings.