Slowly but surely, I have been waking up after the long winter and random travels. Time moves fast and it is easy to get swept away in the physical to do lists, but here and now I have settled back into the rituals that nourish me.
It is easy to assume a sense of guilt when one part of your routine gets left behind in an ever changing, and busy, schedule; I found that these things will ebb and flow as I need them though. I put away my gym routine for a couple months and focused on the slow moving of morning walks and a yoga practice that evolved into whatever my mind and body needed on a given day. I relied on my journal extensively to get me through the few lingering emotions that stuck to me for warmth in the gloomy months of Florida “winter”. I detach myself from the identity I assigned to my old habits, and the frozen river cracked allowing the illusion of stagnant water to melt away. We move with the current once again.
I had more time and energy to pour into my passions. I have written more in the last week than I have in months. I came up with random recipes and baked to my heart’s content. I also discovered a new love for fresh juice that resulted in many bags of lemons and whatever seasonal fruits and herbs sound like they’d pair well together. I feel nurtured; my mind and body have come back together, springing through the thick soil.
I am excited for the opportunities coming my way. I am excited to see how I grow and change as I come back to an older, yet new, version of myself. There is wealth in alignment and regulation, and I am becoming so rich.
Time
What is time?
“Time is money”, “Time flies”, “Time drags”.
Question what time is as a one-way motion-
The past through the present and into the future
What happens now? What will happen?
We seem to be driven along man’s instinct
For survival, to make love, and so on
That word has drive.
–Found poem created from The Essential, Alan Watts p. 97
I Think, I Feel 
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