The wind was just a little more gusty than the forecast, about 4-5 mph. But the waves were higher than I expected, perhaps left over from the strong winds last night. Still very inviting, so I launched off to my favorite cove.
The sun was rising as I paddled, only two other boats out on the lake. I was so free to paddle without dodging jet skis and motor boats. The clouds turned pink and blue, cotton-candy for breakfast. A bald eagle joined me flying just above me, close enough for me to see his beautiful white cap and yellow beak. This is the grounding for my day.
I just finished an 8 day fast on Saturday and then returned to work yesterday. Things feel so much clearer to me now that my body has had that rest. I’ve realized I am finally healing some deep wounds and energetic patterns from my separation with my son’s father. Even to the physical remnants of a challenging C. diff infection I contracted about 5 months after my son’s birth. Healing my boundaries with what is unhealthy and not in my best interests.
I began my day in nature, feeling the rhythm of the water, calling to the eagle and the heron. It keeps alive what I have seen in my fasting… how utterly absurd most of what we do in our culture is. You know, like what you “see” when you have to help a loved one in the hospital and then you come back to work and see how foolish most of what we expend energy on actually is? That is how I feel coming back to work after this fast. We create drama and chaos in our work environments and then “labor” through them. I have softly made a new commitment to myself today; if I cannot see how absurd it all is at work and in our culture in general, then I need to go rest and fast.