Wednesday, July 26, 2017

What I do to be kind to myself.

I have berated myself too often.  I am not skinny, smart, talented, or rich enough.  I am not accomplishing enough.  I always felt I had to be using time to create something.  I never let myself rest.  Sometimes, I still feel this way… I am a bit of a workaholic. 

So how am I kind to me?

I spend a lot of money on yoga classes.  I have let go (mostly) of the ego drive to be the best and to accomplish the pose.  After all, I am in class with 20, 30, and 40 year olds.  I really can’t compete –it would be fruitless and I would end up with injuries… and yet,  I think,  I  can’t do it yet.. but maybe.  while I enjoy the challenge of being flexible and strong, I go slower.  My favorite pose is savasana – getting my corpse on… practice for the ultimate rest.
Speaking of rest.  Now  I sleep at least 7.5 hours… a lot of times it is 9. On top of that, I am turning into my grandmother; I take naps—whenever I want.
All creativity comes out of the void and the space we give ourselves.  When I catch myself falling back –berating myself I remember everything is transitory anyway..

Even ol Tut was robbed and now parts of his stash move around the globe… 

July 26, 2017

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Such creatures of habit are we...

  I love the sound of a fan.  Window fan--oscillating fan.  It really doesn't matter.

Now, even though  I cannot stand the sound of a window air conditioner.  I guess because (as Betsy pointed out) one brings the outside in and the other shuts the outside out.

When I was a child, there was always a window fan running and the  windows wide open.   We were one with the outside world.

I like this much better.