What do I try to skip?

Well. Hmm. I don’t try, I either do something or I don’t, but sometimes I really don’t feel like walking or going to yoga or eating decently.

I know it’s bad when…

It’s been off and on difficult here for so many reasons, but I usually rally and do the things that I know will help me in the end.

Some days or weeks do feel extra hard and this has been one of those. I won’t go into why, but there are some disturbing energies wafting around in the incessant November wind lately.

And speaking of the wind, I do not enjoy walking in it. It’s cold, it’s blowing in every direction, and it makes it feel even colder.

I hope it will blow some of the energy away, but mostly it just swirls it around.

The leaves are pretty, dancing across lawns and roads, and flying down to the earth from nearly bare trees.

I wonder if in a few years I will look back and wonder how I managed. The days are so long. I wonder if what I’m doing is what I should be doing. I mean, I’m here, I’m doing it and there doesn’t seem to be other choices, but man, I wish some days that I could go to sleep and not wake up until it’s over.

Instead, I get up, go to yoga, go to work, go walk, make a healthy snack, keep moving, keep smiling, keep looking for the joy, tiny instances of joy and love that occur in every single day. Even the extra charged and extra difficult days have tiny moments of grace woven in. I’ve learned to look hard for them or make them up myself.

Today, I made soup with root vegetables, carrots that I went out and pulled from my garden, onions and garlic from a neighbor’s garden, locally grown sweet potato.

Someone at yoga said that it was a good way to ground myself, so I gave it a try. Andrea Boteceli blasting in the background, it was a glimmer of light in an otherwise trying day. Yoga was too, light, sweet, another bright spot. I’m so grateful for these.