My injured right hand (from a fall in January) is still slowly healing. This injury has slowed me down. I was feeling the urge to write more, here and in my journal and on a book project and on my facebook page, but I’m having to be mindful of how much I type (or write by hand). So I’ve had to go at a slow pace with that,
Painting, cleaning the house, even getting dressed and ready to go out somewhere – all take longer than usual because I can’t fully use my right hand yet, the hand I most often rely on.
And then there’s the overall body aching I went through from the hard landing on the hard floor,
And then there’s the emotional adjustment to the changes in my family, and the grief.
The bottom line?
I’ve needed to take more time for physical and emotional rest.
And sometimes… simply breathing.
Because in the stress and aches and emotions, I can sometimes find myself not really breathing. Well, not breathing fully.
Taking shallow breaths. Or even holding my breath a bit, without even realizing it.
So I’m trying to go back to the basics, back to remembering something I know helps so much.
Being aware of my breath.
Taking time to really breathe.
Breath shifts energy.
Breath shifts emotions.
Breath is life.