Once Erika (click on that link! watch her book trailer!!!) started an email with What a day, what a day...
It's a line from an Erykah Badu song. In the frenzy of my response, all those words I can't contain--I don't know if I ever got to the part of mentioning how often I find those words singing through my own head.
Under the palm trees in the dark, sweet breeze tonight. In my car, sunroof open, just past 11. On Instagram, which I tool around with at the strangest times....like standing in the middle of my room after a bike ride next thing for 10 straight minutes everything else but this damn dumb little phone dissolves like my brain has wires hooked to it, or I'll be on my feet in the kitchen ignorant to the dogs or my roommates me on my phone screen waiting for tea water boil. In my car, after the longest most eventful day ever, in the front seat after the lights and engines are off tonight. Smelling the cool, sweet breeze. Hearing the palm leaves fan. Tooling around on Instagram. Thinking What a day what a day.
Sometimes, it just feels nice to turn your brain off. To hit a button and then space. My ears were wet after Shavasana tonight. Seeping little leaky tears. D rang the gentle chime to pull us from meditation and I realized it was my last class with her here in Huntington, and I thought of when I started in March and my intentions for healing my body and strengthening, and how strong I am now. I laid there feeling my heart open from the center, feeling my energy running up and down the course of me smooth as if my spine were train tracks in a long looping line. Mandy's wedding invitation came in the mail. And this too, this too. So much else. These sisters of mine. Me, single, alone. Not at all alone. Them. Never at all. This too, this too my god this too. I can not even register today.
Life I thought, yoga tears wetting my face. I don't get you. Happy, grateful tears, and compassionate tears. Some of each, so close to the same. This too. So many different this-es, so many, many too-s.
What a day what a day~
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Every day has layers. There are the dark, underground layers. The middle, safe layers. And those on the surface that sing so loud gravity can't even contain. We crawl up and sink down every day while others around us are on opposite paths.
Yesterday morning, my friend suddenly lost her mother after a shocking infection that attacked her heart, gave her a stroke, and caused a hemorrhage. On that same day, I got some incredible news. I don't know how to feel when I'm on the top layer and my friends are low. I guess I just say "thank you" for today, for me.
xo,K
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