It’s been a few days since I posted here. This past week turned out to be quite full. In the fullness, I’ve noticed myself drift away a bit. A way from, well, myself. I was traveling for much of the time I’ve been away, and I told myself that it’s okay to let my routines go while I was on the road. It’s easier, you see. I was staying with family, so why bother people with the things that I need to do to take care of myself? I’m in their house, so why bother with the exercises I do, or the need for down time, etc.? The thing is, I’m seeing pretty clearly, that what I truly gain in the routines I’ve established for myself, is myself. This is true care. To not care for what is closest to me is to not be able to show up in the world in the ways I know I can be impactful.
I saw a good friend today, one I haven’t seen in quite a while. She looked great. I told her so. “Nurturing the conditions of health,” she said to me with a smile. These conditions, it occurs to me, are the ones that really matter. In many ways, the rest is irrelevant. And those conditions are nurtured close in — through the feeling senses of the body.
The path of healing becomes clearer and clearer.