Every morning (lately anyway), I arise at 7am. Even though the sunshine streaming through my windows and my early-riser of a cat (Luna, my ass … that’s her name: Luna) tell me I should wake up even earlier. Then, as most of us do, I go pee. Then I return to my room and my piled-up-yoga-blanket meditation seat for a 10-15 minute meditation. RPM as they call it: Rise, Pee, Meditate. And at the end of every meditation, I give thanks for my beautiful body and the beautiful earth for supporting me in my practice. How beautiful (come on, it’s just such a great word!) to start every day giving gratitude, and especially to the new day (i.e. Dawn).
Giving thanks to me and acknowledging my body and what it does for me is also a pretty big deal. I spent many years – ok, basically my entire life – working on my body (through exercise and then many years eating healthy), yet rarely acknowledged what I was actually doing for myself. I didn’t admire my body. Or congratulate myself. Or embrace the positive feelings and energy associated with exercise and eating well. Often, I wanted more and so nothing was ever quite good enough. I would do it though, and I would do it a lot. And then, I would go on with the rest of my days. Like working out for hours didn’t mean anything. Though, deep deep down, at a subconscious level, I knew it did and I knew I needed it to feel confident in my skin. Mostly, working out and eating well was all I had to feel confident. Well shit, I should be grateful for that too then! Thanks again body for doing what you needed even though I didn’t yet understand – YOU ROCK!
Today, following RPM, I went for a hike. My body and the earth connecting at the deepest level (for me, anyway). Connected physically and spiritually and everything in between. Such gratitude for my overall health to be able to hike steep mountains (I made that possible! – remember, I’m a big deal) and to the exquisite nature that surrounds me where I live right now. Such a BEAUTIFUL combination.