Yesterday was an off-balance day for me. I woke up early and started worrying about my sick son, who hadn’t been feeling good on and off for the past month and a half. And then I tried to sleep in a bit, but failed at that, so I was feeling overly tired in the morning. I spent three hours cleaning my house and working off some nervous energy, trying to get myself back in balance. Ironically, when I went down to the studio to clean there, I looked out the door. Because of the heavy gusts of wind in the morning, my “Balance” sign outside the studio door had blown over, along with my ladder with three kissing balls. At that point, I laughed out loud. Yes indeed, I was off balance, and there was my sign!
In the afternoon, I took some time to breathe deeply and then played some meditation music to calm my frazzled nerves. But it wasn’t until my son came home with a diagnosis as well as meds for recovery that I actually felt the stress drain from my body. Literally, I fel the release all the way through to my DNA.
I couldn’t help but think about the fact that we never stop being parents, even after the kids are grown. I remember my mom saying the same thing to me, and I remember thinking, I get it, Mom, but…
There is no “but.” It just is.
Yesterday I was out of balance for the first half of my day. My son received good medical advice and some meds, and my balance came back. Now I just gotta get the Balance sign and plants upright once more…
Namaste