I was just reminded how deeply refreshing my yoga practice can be.
In the midst of the late afternoon hustle at home and feeling scattered and unsettled, I decided to tuck away in my room and do the yoga that I’ve been putting on the back burner all week.
I’m so glad that I did.
As I moved through the motions, the fresh spring air from the opened windows blew in, and I was literally serenaded with the songs of the sweet birds outside my window.
Oh, these words … a balm to heart and mind yesterday.
I spoke on the phone with my cherished and wise integrated oncologist about recent lab results from an appointment with my naturopath. (According to the tests that were done, I “have” Hashimoto’s – what??)
The timing was perfect.
We’d been ships passing in the night for what felt like too long, and the week leading up to our anniversary saw us sitting deep in an impasse, barely speaking. Relational rifts hit my heart and spirit deeply, and when they happen with my husband, I feel almost desperate for resolution and unity. Sometimes, though, I can feel my pride keeping my heart hard and my face turned away. It had been one of those weeks.