i don't know about you but i've lost a lot of luster this past year. looking back on my most-recent entry, i find disappointment & negativity creeping up inside. i feel as though i've forgotten my love language.
however, i must be diligent enough to remind myself that even in our less-than-loving moments, there is necessity & growth. life has a way of nurturing us even (& perhaps especially) when we feel most unloveable.
i ended twenty-fifteen facedown in humility on my yoga mat, next to my six year old son. witnessing his readiness to practice, and to pray, is where i wanted to close this chapter of our lives. the ball dropped, he went wild, & then we crept quietly upstairs in my mother's house to do our bedtime yoga sequence. as we closed our eyes, he held my face & thanked the Divine for all of our blessings.
i began twenty-sixteen in an equally enthralling manner. we laid in bed giggling about his wacky dreams & after cooking breakfast for my family, i went straight to the mat. of course he was more distracted than i & flitted off fairly quickly to entertain himself with the vestiges of unopened christmas toys, but surely there's some beauty in him watching his mother strengthen her body as well as her spirit. it's a soul-soothing thought.
my intention for this year (i don't believe in resolutions) is simply to be more purposeful. i want to live, to learn, to love.. less encumbered by my bad habits. i wish to build upon my independent spirit & spread goodness to the wide world.
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