I spent 3 hours in the middle of the afternoon on my back today. It was great. And it’s not the first time I’ve done it. In fact, I’ve built rest into Tuesday afternoon every week because I have so many scheduled appointments on Monday. I don’t do much. There’s breath and the view outside my window and the radio; all signals to my brain to let go, release, renew.
How gratifying to have changed so much; to have shed the skin of my former over-obligated, yes you to my own death self, into this fresher more vital effervescent me. There is so much softening, built-in acceptance, a leaning into all of the wonder inherent in the stillness of rest. I feel transformed.
I am transformed.
Sometimes discipline is subtle, sweet and soft. It requires an acquiescence into the next moment without preparation or thought or the remotest motive. It’s intention is peace, limitless, incandescent swirly peace.
I dig it.
And I intend to practice it regularly.