I like to think of myself as someone who is capable of consistency.
Discipline, motivation.
This past week, I find that I am, instead, the kind of person
who tosses things to the back burner with the fire of glee
who hopes for the chill of ocean spray to make a home in her summer skin
who laughs at last month's longing to be ripped before 40 and settles with surprising comfort in the blessings of this body in this moment.
This body that is ever changing.
At turns tired, at others strong.
Maybe the Universe took ripped to mean torn from expectations, desires.
Instead of tending to my to-do's, I watched a bee die by the sea.
Time better spent.
It's said that when a bee is dying, it hunches over, lowering its head, its mouth opening and closing, kissing the ground. How poetic, the final act of a bee's life, a kiss.
The rest of this week will be a kiss goodbye to the first... third of my life. (Remember, I'm not dying until I'm 130 years very old.)
Torn from expectations and desires, throwing it all in the air and out of my control like confetti.
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1 Mantra:
I celebrate myself, and I bask in the love of all who celebrate me!
1(ish) Journal Prompts:
Reflect on one thing (or more) that you love about yourself and why. How does it feel to celebrate this part of you? Who are the people in your life that celebrate this with you?
1 Art Prompt:
Create a visual representation of your self-celebration. Use any medium you like to express what celebrating yourself looks like. Include symbols or images that represent things you love about yourself, and the people who support and celebrate you. Let your art and the act of making it radiate joy and self-appreciation.
1 Song of Celebration - Incertidumbre by Enrique Olivarez Y Los Vampiros
1 Book: - Palestine, Peace Not Apartheid by Jimmy Carter
- As always, with love and thanks,
Brookie
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