The magic of ordinary days

I realize I still haven’t written about Yoga for Congo Women a few weeks ago.

I know.  I haven’t been able to.

I’m almost ready.

Over the past few weeks, it’s like I’ve found myself again.  Figuring out exactly how I feel and who I am now.

And who I’ve found is a completely different woman than I was a few weeks ago.

Again.

I’ve learned more about life and myself in the past few weeks than I have in quite some time.

I’ll share it soon.  I’ll be ready soon.

Today, we just breathed the air.

My children show me the true “faith of a child,” the wonder of life.

Blessed am I among women, and I know it.

I couldn’t help but marvel at the trees today.

As they changed and lost a part of themselves, they were made gradually more bare and exposed to the world around them.

Yet, they seemed happy to do it.

We protect ourselves and don’t share ourselves.  We don’t give or share or show what we could, because I think we are afraid at times of giving so much that is unappreciated and becoming bare and exposed against the harsh world.

But watching those trees, odd as it may sound, I felt they were happy.

They were happy to shake their arms and wring their hearts and let it all go, because it made us happy to see it, and because they were progressing.

It made me think a lot.

This is a bit of a rambling post.  But it’s me today.

Blessed am I.  I’ll be back soon.  :)

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