I am seeking a little validation here. Please tell me I am not the only mom walking around with dishes in her purse. For some reason the sight of this really got my attention. A reminder to take a step back, as life's been a little too hectic for my comfort lately. I can't even tell you if this mug is clean or not, but I can tell you it does not belong to me. Nope, I lifted it from the kitchen at Emily's school. I have since returned it, clean, but for days it clunked around in my bag, mingling with life's other essentials. Maybe that's what really gets me about this image. That along with a bit of cash, cell phone, journal, ipod and glittery scarves (yes, both essentials), along with these everyday items was this mug, ready and available at a moments notice to be filled with hot, steaming, caffeinated bliss. That, my friends, is the problem. Keep me stimulated, keep me doped, keep me from feeling the exhaustion that pervades my life right now.
So you might think, hmmm, Heather, yoga teacher, what gives with the intravenously fed caffeine? And I would tell you, that is life, that is yoga. Yoga is a metaphor for life, when energy shifts in life, expect it to shift in practice. The difference being that for a yogi, the process of self-observation is a little different. Yoga teaches us to notice the layers of a story. To sit with energy and chaos, observe, place no judgment, receive wisdom, allow. This isn't just a dish that needed to be returned. This Java filled mug has served as an artificial life line for weeks now. I miss having licorice tea in the morning... I miss our old rhythm... but the new rhythm that lies on the horizon, is finally in sight... looking pretty sweet and funky, and I'm ready to live it.