Quiet, breathing shallow, now breathing deeper, finding the words, while my legs bubble like poured 7Up in a glass. It’s no longer a new sensation a year on. But daily noise layered upon low anxiety of never knowing how the day will go. Cloudy brain cells that prod me to not move, to give in focus on the dull pain…the uncertain footing – no floor beneath my feet.
That stumble as I reached for the box on the trolley cart – threw my alignment off. My neck now is screaming at me for attention.
My days are filled with “to-do” lists. This weekend I have an event to go to. The first real large event in 4 years.
Refresh the brain with movement. When you can. It’s what’s needed. Like you recognizing the sugar amount of your day. Sugar which heats up inflammation. So gently you guide yourself to a diet and movement plan that balances out your physical condition.
The election is Tuesday… Like falling off a cliff… Make sure you’re insured in ACA. Check your finances. Make sure you have prescriptions filled. Take care of yourself. Take care of self. Attend to Danny. It will flow out to the world. Be aware of the community around you. Give, receive, attend, reach out, let go, create. Create. One conscious step at a time.
Awake your consciousness, feed it, attend to it, let it rest, be aware and listen to its echo.