So, on Thursday I handed in the last of my assignments – a day early mind you. I was pretty proud of myself actually: I hadn’t been stressed, I had really enjoyed doing the last assignment, I had organised myself so that I had enough time, I wasn’t burnt out or exhausted. Yay me! So, I went off to work, feeling pretty good and helped the kindies and their teacher on their last day of school before the two week Spring break: all their work from the term had to go home, their classroom tubs had to be cleaned out and we even had a little party. All good :). I had to go to the shops before I went home to pick up a couple of things, and that’s when I started to notice something different going on inside my head. Instead of my normal beauty-hunting self, there was a nit picky voice with a nasty edge. My inner voice was judging and criticising other people, and even when I told it to hush and apologised energetically, it was still there, sniping away. Uh oh I thought to myself, hauling the shopping to the car; I need to get out of here, and away from other people, because I only get internally snippy and nasty when I’m scraping the bottom of the energy barrel.
I thought about it as I was driving home – I’d done really well, but when you shut yourself at home and write essays solidly for three weeks, pouring all of your effort and understanding onto the page, only stopping to tend to your family and house – well, I guess it has an impact. By the time I had unpacked the shopping, I knew I just needed to go to bed. The next morning I woke too early and felt the same – not so cranky, but hollowed out, like an orange that has had all the juice squeezed out of it. I didn’t sleep well – tired and wired – and I had a full day ahead of me: four hours work in the morning, a monthly writers group meeting and then packing and cleaning to go away the next day. I could feel the little hum of irritation all day, even when I was listening to my podcasts – even Liz Gilbert gave me the shits because of her relentless cheeriness. I know. Things are bad when you get annoyed with your besties, not just random strangers on the street.
When I got home, I thought to myself, right, you’ve got to fill yourself back up. What is the best way of restoring your energy? Yoga. So I rummaged through my folder of yoga sequences and found one labelled Yoga for when you’re sick. I wasn’t sick, but I was depleted, and certainly didn’t have any energy for anything active.
It took me about 40 minutes, but I started to feel better, much better. I went back to the house knowing that I needed to clean and pack to go away, but not feeling quite up to that yet, so I decided to start with my room. If I am at home and need to nourish myself, cleaning my bedroom will magically do that. So, I put my sacred music play list on, and the second song that played was the Medicine Buddha chant, a sacred mantra for curing illnesses of the body and mind.
Tayatha om bekandze bekandze maha bekandze radza samud gate soha
(The second song on the playlist)
I sang along, cleaned my room and packed. I started to feel good, like I had been re-juiced. I am so thankful for all of these wonderful restorative practices that I have picked up over the years, I tell you. This morning I woke up early, but not too early, and my first thought was that I must share these practices with you guys, because hey, you might be scraping the bottom of your own barrel too!
Love to everyone and may you be blessed in all ways ❤