Pandemic fatigue, anyone? Yup. I, too, am struggling. It’s been a while since I’ve written a blog post. I have all sorts of things to write about but I can’t seem to get myself to do so.
Today I’m putting this post out there as a message in a bottle. I’m not sure who will pick it up, but if you do, I hope you know that you are not alone if you are struggling. These have been difficult times. It feels as if everything has been heavily dusted with grief, fear, and hopelessness.
There are moments where this sense lifts, and then we turn a corner and a giant dust cloud lands on our heads, leaving us coughing and wanting relief.
The next couple of weeks seem particularly full of dusty clouds in the horizon. Our country is in turmoil in ways that are hard to describe.
This past Monday Christen Parker-Yarnal, a dear member of our yoga community, sent me this image of her family practicing yoga together. I was reminded that we may not be able to prevent the dust clouds from gathering, but when they visit us or when we find ourselves a little bit disoriented by them, we can come back to one another, dust ourselves off, and remind ourselves that together we can find ourselves home.
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