On Friday morning, the day of my 51st birthday I felt the impulse to hop on my bike and take a spin around our little village. A brief stop to look out over the lake, I felt like the lake was welcoming me to another year.
Now that last week has passed, I have to say, I’m really appreciating being back to ritual and calm again today. As I placed my bare feet upon my yoga mat this morning, clasped my hands in prayer in front of my heart, gazing out onto the lush green trees outside my writing cottage, I felt my body exhale a huge sigh. I felt like I was welcoming myself home.
Though I love celebrating, at times I felt a bit overwhelmed last week. I was out of my daily rituals that ground me like yoga, my new breathing exercise I’ve recently learned, and sitting in stillness for ten minutes each day. I didn’t get much writing or work done either. But it was okay, as I know myself well enough now that I will find my way back to the center.
I’ve come to realize being back on my yoga mat how very much I truly appreciate my rituals. How I love my quiet space. How I deeply love my simple life.
Yesterday was the first day since last week Tuesday that I had nothing planned. I didn’t need to be anywhere. I decided to make it a creative day so my mind could find its way back to a more relaxed place. I stayed off my computer all day so I could ease back into the quiet of my mind.
It was delicious! I painted five little birdhouses that I will be doing something fun with. I will share a photo once that project is complete. I saw the idea in a magazine and can’t wait to see how the little houses look in the special spot I will be putting them.
I also doodled in my new sketch pad. This is something pretty new for me. I’ve been hooked on something called zenspirations by Joanne Fink. I’ve never considered myself one to be able to draw, but Joanne makes it seem less intimidating. I also like that it is based around words and quotes. I sat outside on the deck under our big locust tree and got lost in hours of creating.
I’m feeling back in alignment as I sit at my desk this morning. Tasks to focus on, heart whispers I’m listening to and wanting to explore. Last week filled with so much to do my heart yearned for the walk back to calm and simplicity that I call home. It feels so good to be home again. So good.
“A daily ritual is a way of saying, “I’m voting for myself; I’m taking care of myself.” ~ Mariel Hemingway