I do my daily practice of meditation, at times followed by asanas.
I take my regular dose of pills (for the hormone and baby story) and follow the regiment instructed by the doctor.
I don't think I have ever payed such close attention to the rhythms in my body.
I recall many times instructing to do so, during a class but I truly never did, to this degree.
I can still feel layers of tension being peeled away. Body settling into a new balance and each time fostering a thought that ahhh.. perhaps this is the balancing the body needed. Having myself balanced .. I can now go on to experiencing motherhood ...
Wow this chains of thoughts link themselves so fast, that if I am not vigilant I end up with a totally different vibratory body... riddled with agitation and anxiousness as one thought leads into the next creating an all out Television drama.
The practice is to always face the truth and restore balance. As you not deny your agitations but examine it at the source and free yourself from the attachment to the false ideas.
My false ideas, I am limited my my age
My false ideas, I can never become a mother and so why am I playing house
My false ideas, If I cant have a baby may be ... and it goes on.
All this are not the truth. Truth is this moment.
Do you know , in one of my dramatic bouts , I even consulted an astrologer?
Who told me I had no chance, given my birth day at time.
I cried for a span of 5 to 6 minutes profusely.
Then I let it go, with the help of some listening ears and some faint distant hope that may be my birth date was an error.
One week later I find out .. it was in error.
Life is always full of surprises.
As I record my temperature every morning .. I wonder who really controls it? Is it all written out already?
Does my popping pill have any relevance in the story that writes itself out?
Last week there was no sign of new cycle when the pills popping took a break... The temp stayed up.
Oh my God could I be...
I must have tested myself twice both being negative.
I watched the drama flood into my head. Cried a little. Indulged in sorrowful stories a little.
and then I hear the voice of vedanta.... I find space... distance from the experience.
Wow.. I nearly slipped there.
So tears all wiped off...
Sound vibes back in resonance
smiles on the face.
Last night I had a dream the cycle has started
This morning it did.
So the waiting game continues.
Remember this is just my story. You have yours and She has hers, He his.
There are merely the tales of thoughts that are woven.
When one thought takes life .. unfolding into may be this and may be that.
The truth is each second, we are born to infinite possiblities.
Live this truth.
Namaste.
BE THE CHANGE YOU WANT TO SEE IN THE WORLD
I take my regular dose of pills (for the hormone and baby story) and follow the regiment instructed by the doctor.
I don't think I have ever payed such close attention to the rhythms in my body.
I recall many times instructing to do so, during a class but I truly never did, to this degree.
I can still feel layers of tension being peeled away. Body settling into a new balance and each time fostering a thought that ahhh.. perhaps this is the balancing the body needed. Having myself balanced .. I can now go on to experiencing motherhood ...
Wow this chains of thoughts link themselves so fast, that if I am not vigilant I end up with a totally different vibratory body... riddled with agitation and anxiousness as one thought leads into the next creating an all out Television drama.
The practice is to always face the truth and restore balance. As you not deny your agitations but examine it at the source and free yourself from the attachment to the false ideas.
My false ideas, I am limited my my age
My false ideas, I can never become a mother and so why am I playing house
My false ideas, If I cant have a baby may be ... and it goes on.
All this are not the truth. Truth is this moment.
Do you know , in one of my dramatic bouts , I even consulted an astrologer?
Who told me I had no chance, given my birth day at time.
I cried for a span of 5 to 6 minutes profusely.
Then I let it go, with the help of some listening ears and some faint distant hope that may be my birth date was an error.
One week later I find out .. it was in error.
Life is always full of surprises.
As I record my temperature every morning .. I wonder who really controls it? Is it all written out already?
Does my popping pill have any relevance in the story that writes itself out?
Last week there was no sign of new cycle when the pills popping took a break... The temp stayed up.
Oh my God could I be...
I must have tested myself twice both being negative.
I watched the drama flood into my head. Cried a little. Indulged in sorrowful stories a little.
and then I hear the voice of vedanta.... I find space... distance from the experience.
Wow.. I nearly slipped there.
So tears all wiped off...
Sound vibes back in resonance
smiles on the face.
Last night I had a dream the cycle has started
This morning it did.
So the waiting game continues.
Remember this is just my story. You have yours and She has hers, He his.
There are merely the tales of thoughts that are woven.
When one thought takes life .. unfolding into may be this and may be that.
The truth is each second, we are born to infinite possiblities.
Live this truth.
Namaste.
BE THE CHANGE YOU WANT TO SEE IN THE WORLD
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