I’ve been sick off and on for the last month. Lots of company. Lots of orders. Lots of appointments, tasks to get done, things to remember. And for a healthy corn-fed girl – this constant sickness has been such a strange hurdle.
I hear my holistic guru moma saying things about my body telling me to “slow down, center, breathe” -you know, guru stuff like that. She’s right. I’m obstinate though.
It’s spring. I want to buzz about like a bee. Accomplish. Build. Buzz on. Instead I’m learning to be grateful for being forced to pause. My studio calls to me like the most melodious siren. I find myself wandering towards her at all hours. I don’t notice I am always working. I’m grateful for that and I’m grateful that my body is letting me know: I’m am indeed working; I am indeed running her down.
I am grateful for being shown so clearly what my priorities are.
I am grateful for learning what I need to nourish in order to keep going.
I’m grateful that I am itching to go running.
Grateful that the rain has stopped and the sun has come out to play.