nine hours of sleep. that was a level of exhaustion that i haven't felt in a while.
waking up in the middle of the night though to thunderstorms and distant sirens. Confusing. Took me back to my childhood fear of sirens.
As soon as he got up to close the windows, I felt safe again. and back to sleep.
I'm dancing publicly. As in not just kitchen dancing. As in at concerts ... and on video ... and putting this out there because I'm am so weary of whoever they are that send the message that my body doesn't deserve to move and be seen.
bearing witness to each other is how we walk each other home
Feeling so much sadness for what we all have lost. complete loss and complicated loss. and so much sorrow for the loss that most people cannot see. How I wish that I could make it all better.
dinner preparation aromas linger on my hands when I return to the computer. creamy garlic and italian chicken something or other.
I'm not sure whether gripping your hands into fists of anger during restorative yoga is a good thing or a bad thing.
I make myself laugh at how I just want all of this to go away. I know better.