Maiden-Mother-Crone

WARNING: Daily blogging may lead to inane meandering posts. You've been warned.

I found myself lost in my audiobook as I made my post-clubbell workout brunch, and pondered my relationship with my mother & daughter. Using my dear friend Liz's advice, I turned my "worry" into wonder.

I imagined our roles in each other's lives, the web of similarities in contrast with our vast opposing differences. It seems easier to accept in my daughter what I struggle to reject in my mother. Do personality traits create a yin and yang in our relationships that repeat over and over? It seems appropriate that everything revolves around to the same point in some way, allowing us to peel away a layer at a time, with each revolution. 

So here I sit in the middle of a crossroads, where the lines intersect for a moment before I travel on my own trajectory, around another cycle of the moon, and celebration of the harvest sun celebration of Lunasadh. August is a celebration of life, movement, passion, ripeness. I will meet you there at the top of the circle and squeal with pleasure as we ride over the wave and slide down the other side.

Still the Mind

Movement is art. Blessed meditation this morning brought me back to the moment, and grounding into the Now. Today, I remembered that my movement practice is a gift to me, to feel myself inside my body, to seek out the edges of my ability, not based on what I have done in the past or what I wish I could do now, but what I am doing. Now. In each moment.

It is so easy to let the mind wander to these old familiar grounds, where silence and stillness is experienced in the body while the mind twists and wanders. My work right now is to reverse this. 

Be fully in the body, the movement, and still the mind.