It's been a slow but expansive 4th of July weekend. I've prioritized yoga and reconnecting with a dear friend. The house is clean. Washing the towels now (once every 2 months whether they need it or not!). I've weeded. Watered. Finished a puzzle. Cooked a backup meal for next week.
I still need to go grocery shopping, and this afternoon is drinks with a friend from out-of-town. And time to journal. (What?!?)
At the end of a yoga class last week, a woman told the instructor that she appreciates that the teacher "creates time" in her class. And it's true. Her classes are not long, not short, not slow, not fast. There's just a sense of present, presence, now that stretches far longer than it possible can. "You're bending the 4th dimension!" the student complimented.
This weekend feels like that. Puttering and accomplishing one thing after another when there's nowhere to be stretches time.
I've been focusing in yoga on finding ease in the poses once I've reached my edge. I want to push myself to grow, but I have more to learn about relaxing and letting joy find me (or rather feeling the joy that has been there all along, waiting for me to notice).
My kids sometimes tease me when I'm in a good mood: "Oh, it's FUN mom." As though she doesn't show up very often. Usually on family trips after we've escaped the chaos of exit trajectory, achieved escape velocity, and reached the Kármán line. We escape the atmosphere of home and enter spaaaaaaaaaaace. And I find my smile.
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