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There is something truly glorious about sitting down, freshly showered, to sip a hot chai and do some reading and writing. It feels indulgent but also so inherently perfect. The weather today is pretty gorgeous – mid-50s and sunny. Lucy could have spent all day sniffing tufts of grass on our walk.
Chai is one of my favorite parts of any day. It is happiness in a cup. I savor it, feel the tension relax in my shoulders and allow my taste buds to relish the glory that is a soy chai latte from Starbucks. Whether it’s a good day (like today) or a not-so-good day (like the past few) chai always makes it just a smidge better.
I’m finding that my weeks are usually a roller coaster of good and bad days … and I’m not sure what I’m going to get every morning when I wake up. I hope I’ll feel good, but it’s not guaranteed. Having little moments to look forward to – chai tea lattes being at the top of the list – helps me get through the really tough days.
Two days ago I went to urgent care because the skin on my forehead just wasn’t … normal. It wasn’t a break out and I couldn’t crack it. Having something on your face is disorienting because even though it might not seem like much to other people, it’s huge to you and it just crumbled my self confidence. I could feel the downward spiral, the lack of motivation, the deep dark frustration and powerlessness. And even after the doctor and medicine and calamine lotion it still didn’t’ seem to be diminishing and that further sent me into a tailspin.
Anyway, I went to yoga this morning with a forehead bathed in calamine lotion (poison ivy being the prime suspect for my rash) and I felt a million times better for it. Now I can settle into my teacher training, more calamine lotion drying quietly as I sip tea, do some French lessons and finally focus in on the history of yoga. Husby says despite my paranoia, the rash is looking much better. So, that’s a good thing.
Xox, g
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Lucy runs our lives.
These photos aren’t from today. Today it snowed and everything was covered in a blanket and we walked across the fields, leaving a trail of footprints.
And then we watched the Rams win the SuperBowl. And we were happy because it meant a ring for Matthew Stafford and Odell Beckham Jr and a whole host of other men who play this game at the highest level.
Galentine’s Day. And I spoke to no one but my husband. My New Years Resolution to be a better friend hit a pot hole.
Am tired. Want to fall asleep to the sounds of Frodo and the shire.
Xox, g
27jan22
I drove to a breakfast with some lady friends this morning and the beauty of the sun shining through frosted tree branches took my breath away. It made me stop and consider how much beauty exists in the small moments of life.
I guess beauty shows up in different ways to different people. To me, it was the pale corn yellow of a winter sun and the sparkling of ice, it was the warmth of my steering wheel and the sound of the music playing in my car, snaking its way into my heart and the tap tap tap of my fingers. It was the hug of greeting from my friends, the conversations we shared. It was the first sip of my chai and the comfort of my couch and blankets when I arrived home, the fatigue pulsing so deeply it was in my bones.
Beauty was the nudging of Lucy’s nose, her head rubbing softly on my legs to make sure I was okay, to tell me she loved me. It was dancing candles in the early darkness of a winter night, shared popcorn and a movie with my love, cake pops and frizzy water and end of night walks around the curved neighborhood sidewalks.
Beauty was everywhere for me today. It emanated from my life, from the love of my friends and the love of my family and the deep, indescribable love of my husband and my puppy. Beauty triumphed today in the winter sunshine.
Xox, g
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