a wednesday post...on a thursday morning
i had intended to post yesterday...but i went to bed when it was still light out because i was exhausted and fighting a bit of an intense "the only thing that will work is to get into bed with the covers up to your nose" headache. maybe there will be two posts today...stay tuned.
this morning i feel much better.
and yesterday morning i felt really good too. it seems that getting up early, eating breakfast with intention, and then getting out of my usual office clothes i wear until early afternoon (aka pajamas) and into the shower and then into some clothes i love is key to that feeling better feeling right now. my plate is pretty full at the moment...life is pretty full. and that is a gorgeous, happy thing. but it can also feel like a big old pile of stress at times. so self-care has become pretty key. self-care while also working during every available hour.
although sometimes those hours fill up with the ways i find to procrastinate. but that's the way it is for some of us...(thanks to those of you nodding in understanding). that procrastination can come in many forms but often it is through looking at blogs and lately at other vendors who will be at the farm chicks show...and suddenly the self-doubt creeps in. the procrastination that can be a tool for motivation becomes food for the negative self-talk gremlin inside. so i try to find my breath, my balance again and come back to me and to what i know. lately, it hasn't been quite as difficult to do that. a true blessing.
sometimes i feel a bit like the irises jonny brought home for me over the weekend. at first, they just looked like green stalks standing tall. i wondered if they felt annoyed that i had put them in the vase with the tulips that were showing off with their full blooms and honey smell. but slowly they began to stretch and reveal a small peek of purple. and then when i woke up yesterday morning, they had decided to smile widely at me with their deep purple petals kissed with yellow. this is how it is sometimes. we have to be willing to come out of hiding to share the beauty that might be hidden or resting inside us.
i hope you take a breath and then share a bit of your beauty today...
this is me
Reader Comments (5)
ahhhhhh....
i know that your blooms
are going to blow people away...
you have so much talent,
you are going to shine
at that event...
i have no doubt.
:0)
Oh, how beautifully you came to that thought. I hope the rush and hurry doesn't become too much. Enjoy your preparations for the show. You have beautiful stuff! Enjoy!
It has been way way too long since I have been here Liz. Your words are so healing and delicate. I just read through your precious post and the tears are just sitting.
I have always always related so much to your grieving posts, and your meditation posts and your poems, and your descriptive.....ok hell I guess I relate/enjoy most all of what you write.
I can nod to the getting up and showering/dressed/eating breakfast intentionally thing. It does seem to make a difference, yet just this am I found myself slipping on a skirt-unmatched shoes, bed hair and smudged makeup from never washing my face last night-to drive my son to school. I noticed walking in the house after dropping him off-that the day would feel much more full of possibility if I had done what you speak of this am.
I love that you brought yourself to a window filled place and sit with your ipod. The weepies have always been so instrumental in my grieving process. I love the new album.
On Grey's anatomy last week-that we watched last night there was a moment when the boyfriend of a man who died-goes to his bedside and kisses his lips with such feeling. It made me think/feel a bit ashamed that I sat near my mothers body for hours the day she died and didn't kiss her.
I will never get that chance again.
There is a degree of bravery there I guess.
Anyway I am sending you love and gratitude, for being you. For writing and sharing-for wearing aprons on aprons day and for feeling for an iris:)
XOXOXOXO
Liz, I, too, am nodding in understanding of being in PJ's until after noon because I couldn't take time away from creating in the little art room in the back to bother getting showered and dressed. Then wondering if I rush around like mad in the hour before my husband gets home from work, will he believe I haven't just been playing at art all day?! Cie Le Vie! I want to mention I love seeing the Brian Andreas print in the background of Tuesday's post. I am a huge Brian Andreas fan and it always makes me smile when I see his work admired by fellow storypeople friends! Thank you for posting today and sharing your iris!
Gorgeous post and photo ... hope you are feeling more rested. Peace & love, deb