supports for me
there are a few things that have been supporting me a lot since i returned from the ashram and i wanted to share them with you.
the first has been sitting in the mornings. it's too cold when i first get out of bed for yoga, so i've been sitting in the cosy chair, wrapped in a blanket, as close to the crackling wood stove as i can get, breathing. after 10 minutes, i pick up my journal and answer the questions: how am i today? what is needed? what is revealed? i write one question in my book and then i close my eyes and breathe. then i open my eyes and write a reflection. this is how they taught me to work with my intuition at yasodhara.
this practise is strengthening my capacity to listen. to myself, first. last night i went to bed feeling all crunchy and uncomfortable. i closed my eyes and breathed and followed the tension inside and i understood that i was feeling disappointed in myself for staying inside when the sun was shining for the first time in weeks. then i breathed some forgiveness and then i promised myself i'd take a long walk, pick kale and have snacks and meals outside in the sun today. i have. and i've done lots of inside things, too.
the balance struck today is related to the second practise i've brought into my life since my ashram visit. i bounced off their schedule to make a rhythm for myself. last night i noticed worry, worry about how i was going to "spend" today. then i remembered my rhythm, got it out and saw that if i followed this pattern, i would have a balanced day. a day of just enough, not too much. a day of not too tight, not too loose.
this is my rhythm. on work days, it's totally different. perhaps that's my next exploration.
wake up and have a snack
yoga (with the cold weather, meditation, then yoga)
breakfast
walk with T
9-11 tending (with a snack at 10)
12:30 lunch
1-1:30 rest
creative play, study, writing (and a snack)
5:30 make sup (and walk with T if samuel's at school)
6:30 supper
9 child's pose, bed
i usually wake up about 6 and practise until 8. but today i didn't get out of bed (it was so cold and the man was in there, warming me) until 7. i was cranky and not alone so things moved slowly. i haven't practised yoga today. i'd like to, though. lying around on bolsters? yes please.
also, i've been drawing. samwell, (who's studying to be an art therapist) suggested that i draw. i was writing, writing, writing, three pages every morning and feeling so stuck. he thought drawing might help me get out of the head. and it has. i love it. i draw the emotions in my body and i draw moments. my teacher at the yoga retreat reflected that drawing is one of my practises. so i've been picking up the pastels and pens more and more.
here's one...
the first has been sitting in the mornings. it's too cold when i first get out of bed for yoga, so i've been sitting in the cosy chair, wrapped in a blanket, as close to the crackling wood stove as i can get, breathing. after 10 minutes, i pick up my journal and answer the questions: how am i today? what is needed? what is revealed? i write one question in my book and then i close my eyes and breathe. then i open my eyes and write a reflection. this is how they taught me to work with my intuition at yasodhara.
this practise is strengthening my capacity to listen. to myself, first. last night i went to bed feeling all crunchy and uncomfortable. i closed my eyes and breathed and followed the tension inside and i understood that i was feeling disappointed in myself for staying inside when the sun was shining for the first time in weeks. then i breathed some forgiveness and then i promised myself i'd take a long walk, pick kale and have snacks and meals outside in the sun today. i have. and i've done lots of inside things, too.
the balance struck today is related to the second practise i've brought into my life since my ashram visit. i bounced off their schedule to make a rhythm for myself. last night i noticed worry, worry about how i was going to "spend" today. then i remembered my rhythm, got it out and saw that if i followed this pattern, i would have a balanced day. a day of just enough, not too much. a day of not too tight, not too loose.
this is my rhythm. on work days, it's totally different. perhaps that's my next exploration.
wake up and have a snack
yoga (with the cold weather, meditation, then yoga)
breakfast
walk with T
9-11 tending (with a snack at 10)
12:30 lunch
1-1:30 rest
creative play, study, writing (and a snack)
5:30 make sup (and walk with T if samuel's at school)
6:30 supper
9 child's pose, bed
i usually wake up about 6 and practise until 8. but today i didn't get out of bed (it was so cold and the man was in there, warming me) until 7. i was cranky and not alone so things moved slowly. i haven't practised yoga today. i'd like to, though. lying around on bolsters? yes please.
also, i've been drawing. samwell, (who's studying to be an art therapist) suggested that i draw. i was writing, writing, writing, three pages every morning and feeling so stuck. he thought drawing might help me get out of the head. and it has. i love it. i draw the emotions in my body and i draw moments. my teacher at the yoga retreat reflected that drawing is one of my practises. so i've been picking up the pastels and pens more and more.
here's one...
cozy times,
kate
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