For me, I live closer to my truth when I create opportunities to speak from my heart. Or, as I wrote the other evening, I learn myself better when I articulate what’s true.
Living in my third home state in a five year span, it is more often than not that I wish for the input of a friend that does not live nearby. Someone who is engaged with similar work and questions and discoveries as myself. There have been many shared epiphanies and moments of mutual inspiration over the course of these friendships. I can’t help but wonder what has yet to manifest from these dialogues. It seems Human to converse and I want to follow these lines of inquiry further.
A lot of my good time is spent in wandering the well-worn pathways of my mind. When the stars align, I hike or run at least once a week and my mind picks up the reins of my brain and off we go, ruminating together. It is in these moments of mixed adrenaline and idea chasing that I notice myself crafting messages that rarely make it onto paper or screen. I get excited and want to connect, but it is hard to find adequate time to tend to each relationship I hold dear. And, naturally, it gets harder with the distance of time and space.
My hands tend to be in motion during the day. I am grateful for the cultivation of disciplines that support my family life as I have begun to lay out in earlier essays on this blog. Now, I am working on those that will nourish myself.
The physical disciplines of yoga and forward motion are what I instinctively turn towards these extremely physical baby holding days. It a release valve for the accumulated stress and lets me find more internal space, which has tremendous trickle up effects.
The next piece in this drive towards a discipline of self-care is writing consistently: articulation of belief, the craft of revision and the possibility of dialogue with my greater tribe is the practice that I am taking up here and I am grateful to myself for this devotion of time and space (and both hands!).
My moment of solidifying a commitment to this format came along on a typical weekday morning. I am often able to get a lot “done” in the pause between breakfast and morning naps and snacktime. The boys will play near one another and I scurry about starting laundry, wiping counters, making lists and checking them twice. During one such pause, I found myself vigorously cleaning my bathroom whilst gulping coffee. I had planted the seed of this blog in my mind quite recently and it was germinating away as I cleaned. As I turned my torso upside down in an effort to better attend to some scrubbing, I felt the obvious acidic backlash come up my throat as the words “Zen” and “housekeeping” reverberated in my mind. With my bell of clarity and hilarity thus rung, I sat back on my heels to laugh at the incongruity, realign my digestive body and commit to this release valve, too.
I feel curious: What are you doing for self-care? What do you wish that you were cultivating for self-care? How do you find your own version of Zen while tending home, little ones, careers and all the rest of it?
Thanks for stopping by, friends!