Today, i had a strong strong urge to exercise, i ignored. And like every other smart system, my body managed to bring myself to the yoga mat for a meditation session.
While i was placing my mat on the floor, and gathered the tools… the meditation buckwheat pillow is a must, along with my favourite meditation tune, “Dawning by Benjamin Wertheimer” is a must.
Whenever i leave my house for travels and come back home. I return home to this particular scene. And today, i was very drawn to that scent, and i now realised it is the paolo santo wood that i’ve placed on my dresser – that I have forgotten about for a while now. A good friend gifted them to me about a year back, when I had a couple of accidents in a year.. She told me to burn paolo santo – it will help to “cleanse” the air and your thoughts, and heart, and mind.
While i proceed to burn the wood, I cannot help but feel appreciation for this lady, that extended her kindness to me, one year ago.
A big part of me was proud, that I’ve learn to listen to my body, calling for a time-out, a very specific request indeed…
In the past, I would have shrugged this calling and just netflix. These couple of months, I’ve been thinking hard about this verse i saw somewhere in instagram –
” I believe the story that comes from inside the body “, because i desperately want to honour my feelings and experiences without letting my head mess with the process.
I sat there for 40 minutes, with zero thoughts in my mind, and oh my, I’ve had goosebumps all the way.