My head this morning
filled with white noise
churning, burning, yearning.
Self care: I do yoga.
Open, close, stretch and hold –
In and out, follow the breath.
But still, my neck is tight,
corded, stiff. My shoulders
bunched, too close to my ears.
Self care: I do morning pages.
I scrawl, my pen tears up the pages:
I, you, we, no, want, what? Fuck you!
I tend to my family: meals made,
bag packed, hair done, beds made,
house tidied, washing done.
Self-care: I walk.
A magpie changes my direction
towards a way less travelled.
The sun warms my bare arms
my legs feel strong and sturdy.
Everything is different yet the same.
I pack the coffee in the pot
and while it bubbles, I write down
the words that came to me while I walked.
And I notice, all of a sudden:
And now, finally, my day can begin.
Some days have slower starts than others, yes?
What is your self care routine when things are all upside down and back to front?