The week in review...

Full of ups and downs, hopes and frustrations...these are some of my defining moments this week, in no particular order.

I listen to my body and my gut, going to Restorative yoga rather than the stronger Hot Yoga class that would only serve to feed my ego at this point, while further draining a body and spirit that had an intense weekend. Restorative was more than I could hope for, and I leave the studio entirely yoga-stoned for the night. Even my voice is a lower, more grounded octave. Bliss.

I hit a low, breaking down emotionally from a long day of unwittingly hurtful children. I like to think if they realized their behavior was more than frustrating, but truly damaging to an already weak and disheartened spirit, that perhaps they would have acted differently. I leave the classroom feeling powerless, worthless, and defeated. Though I cry all the way home and much of the evening, clouds and a setting winter sun remind me there is hope on the horizon...it will be ok. Solice.

How ironic? Thinking I turned my phone off so as to be unreachable to teach for the day, I sleep a deep, rejuvenating, peaceful sleep...only to realize in the morning that I have forgotten to turn off the phone, I just didn't get called :) Joy.

After a satiating practice with Nykki, I splendor at the bulk food section of Whole Foods, buying whole grains I've never heard of until recently, and hand-pick gorgeous winter root vegetables. I spend the better part of the afternoon dancing around the kitchen listening to long-lost music with solid rhythm lines and back beats while preparing Winter Root Vegetable soup and basking in the feeling of goodness inside me and around me. Satisfaction.

Four days into meditating daily... it feels good... I look forward to it...it's becoming more natural... I like this. Sanctuary.

I sleep restlessly due to preoccupation and dread as to whether the phone will ring calling me to teach. It is only when the clock reads 7:20 when I think I am officially in the clear and am about to settle into a much more relaxed sleep, when through the slits of my eyelids I see the morning winter sky....and I want it. I relish in walking Bismark with the cold in my face, grey and white clouds above me against a sky threatening navy blue in color. Tea and reading greet me at home and Bismark settles in beside me. Peace.

The weekend awaits-- offering the joy of a visit from a dear friend, the nourishment of yoga practice, relishing in the love of my fella, and all that I can't anticipate. Taking it all in.