It is Virgo season. My season. I can feel it in my bones, at home. I am meticulous and analytical and it feels great. No stone left unturned? I can’t wait for my glasses to be finished, wearing the pairs I have that are missing an arm each is getting old fast. It makes me dizzy.
It is such a beautiful day. I sit on my back steps, drinking my coffee that has long gone cold, I am happy. My mind is full of now and then but I accept the present for what it is. I am full of memories today and they make it all the more fascinating to contemplate where I currently am. I have everything I need. I am everything I need. So much has been done and seen and survived and enjoyed and life is just amazing.
I haven’t meditated in 3 days and boy can I feel it. The subtle discomfort I feel when I put it off. My mind suffers, so I suffer. Today I am absolutely meditating for extra long and I will enjoy it so much. I wonder how much longer I’ll be able to do my yoga.
Replacing worry with wonder. Some sense of ability provides me with the comfort of knowing that it (whatever ‘it’ is from day to day) will be handled and all will go well.
Now it’s time for a pup walk and affirmations and succumbing to the simple pleasures.