Go to your mat and practice some yoga.
I spit out the mouthwash then churlishly stepped into the dark room and onto my mat. Each slow movement revealed cracking joints, creaks and crunching sounds that made me wonder and muscles that felt as if they had atrophied. Yes it had been way too long since I had nourished myself with my yoga practice. I wanted to quit but kept on soon feeling the muscles warm and stretch, all the cramped aches and pains dissolve into nothingness as I suddenly realized the headache was gone.
I then settled into a few moments of sitting in gratitude. That led to a few moments of prayer for others which led to a few moments of a pure quiet mind.
The morning was looking better. Sat down with a steaming cup of coffee to journal. I was feeling pretty good. Finished with journaling I fired up the pc, checked email then began catching up on news. Somehow that allowed my inner critique to rear her ugly head. I wasn't up to that shit so soon. So I headed to the shower but as I was waiting for the water to heat I got caught up in my image in the mirror. The negative talk wanted to begin but I decided, no, not this time. As I stood looking at my naked body I began naming the parts that I liked. Then expressed everything I appreciated that my body did for me. All the strengths as well as the weaknesses. I started reading my body like a memoir. My story in each line, wrinkle and scar.
As I faced that girl/woman in the mirror all I could say was "YOU FUCKING ROCK".
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