Though I don't have any desire to look back at all of my blog posts so far, I do see a trend with my latest entries. If this blog was my home and I was giving you a tour, it seems I've just led you into the messiest, most chaotic room here.
There are other rooms of course. There are my children's rooms -- and although they are messy, they are colorful caricatures of life and full of unconditional love. There is my office; highly disorganized, yet there is an obvious sense that I genuinely care about my yoga practice, my students, and the little imprint/legacy I envision leaving when I depart this world.
My bed is one of my favorite places. I nap here. I dream. I pull the covers over my head and listen to my breath. My bed is my safe place. We all need a safe place. There are few safe places in my home, which is why... oh Jesus, here I go again.
I was chatting with a friend yesterday complaining that my blog has become too melodramatic. There are beautiful things going on in my life. I have all 20 students who show up for class and seem willing to learn. I have people who tell me daily just how sweet, thoughtful, and well-behaved my children are when I'm not around to guide their manners. I have so much more than most in this world -- the essentials -- food, transportation, a house with a pool, a quiet neighborhood, a short ride to work/school/shopping. Beyond that, there is always love. I have loads of that both to give and that I receive. If nothing else, I have love.
My bed is one of my favorite places. I nap here. I dream. I pull the covers over my head and listen to my breath. My bed is my safe place. We all need a safe place. There are few safe places in my home, which is why... oh Jesus, here I go again.
I was chatting with a friend yesterday complaining that my blog has become too melodramatic. There are beautiful things going on in my life. I have all 20 students who show up for class and seem willing to learn. I have people who tell me daily just how sweet, thoughtful, and well-behaved my children are when I'm not around to guide their manners. I have so much more than most in this world -- the essentials -- food, transportation, a house with a pool, a quiet neighborhood, a short ride to work/school/shopping. Beyond that, there is always love. I have loads of that both to give and that I receive. If nothing else, I have love.
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