Go slowly mama

I’m going so slowly, so gently, so carefully with myself this lock down exit.

Last lock down I was frantically trying to sort things before the summer holidays. I ran out, wobbly-kneed but ready to jump back in.

Then I got really burned out.

This time I’m going sooooooo kindly to myself and my body.

Checking in, breathing, honouring my need to recover from such an intense time with the kids

What’s the rush?

Nature doesn’t hurry. She creates time for rest, growing roots deep into the earth. She cycles through spring, summer, autumn, winter, morning, afternoon, evening, night…

And still, the grass grows, the mold will cover your garden furniture, the insects find their way everywhere.

I’m being like nature. Taking my sweet time.

This is harder than you would think because of the guilt gremlins we all have to be so productive constantly.

I think we’ve gone as fast and as hard as we can and our bodies can’t sustain the lifestyles we subject them to. They long for safe, guilt-free, deep, juicy, relaxation.

So I’m writing you a permission slip.

Put down the screens and the to-do list. There is very little that is so important that it won’t wait.

Go outside and breathe gently.

Feel the sacredness of life and the peace that can be found when we’re not in such a goddamn hurry.

Let the wind caress your face. See the life buzzing about. Let yourself truly appreciate the wonder of the stars invisible above and the soul of the earth below.