I had four days alone and it was magical. I dove under the ocean with the sun rise, practiced yoga, read my cards daily, journaled, meditated, coloured in for hours, read a book about soul life between human lives (freaking fascinating), I went for walks, I slept in a bed by myself, ate very little, sat in restaurants without my phone in my hand, and didn’t set an alarm.
I lazed around. I got sunburnt. I noticed my breath. I didn’t have an agenda. I went with the flow. I thought I’d want hot sweaty powerful yoga classes but I listened to my body and instead I gave it yin, gentle hatha and kundalini. I drank an abundance of organic herbal tea and I loved every minute. It was the space and the breath of fresh air (although I inhaled smokey fumes the entire time) that I needed.
Then last night I wrote a journal entry titled “I’m in a funk”. And I spat all over the pages about all the things that are fucking with my joy right now. Like silence. Broken relationships. A hormonal child. Having no goddamn space in my home. Not having my own home. Being single. Being a special needs parent. Missing my sisters. About my phone addiction. The quality of our air right now. And how helpless I feel in being able to make a change. Money. How I haven’t seen a blue sky for weeks. About the lack of rain. About how I want to write my book but there is no soul alignment for that desire right now. About not having enough deep and meaningful connections with my favourite people.
And then I slept like a baby.
It felt good to get all that shit out. I woke feeling a little more freed of the hold some of that stuff takes over me sometimes. And I know that I can turn the page and write a new story tomorrow. .
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