Friday night.
I’ve been sitting off and on since 6:45am this morning.
What have I been doing?
This and that.
That and those.
Drink water.
Stand up.
Start one task – which takes me to three other tasks.
An hour goes by – I get back to the original task.
Slowing checking off the list.
Stopping to do what I love – teach.
Guiding folks to move and breath deep.
Yes please.
Namaste.
Camera off.
Drink water.
Make food.
Eat and think.
Think and eat.
Open the laptop.
Back to the tasks.
Mundane.
Sacred.
Mundane.
Repeat.
Poem of my day.
Write one for yours.
Share it with me or put it on your fridge or read it aloud to your plants.
See you in the morning I hope…
Clara
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