There’s a price for bliss. I suppose you know that. I am paying today for that moment of sublime bliss in the garden yesterday. My knuckles are swollen and achy, my hips stiff and unwieldy, not wanting to make the corners. What the heck is the problem here? Too much of a good thing? A bliss is well worth the little achy creaky joints.
I close my eyes and see the rich black earth sifting through my fingers. I see the brilliance of my purple petunias in the morning light. I am infused with their colour and energy. The pain leaves me as I slowly move through my qigong routine. I have neglected my physical body these last while. It’s reminding me to take care.
It’s good to come back to these familiar movements. They seem so small and non consequential and yet they do so much for body and mind. Maybe it is the time set aside to do nothing else but this. I am into the moment and movements, feeling relaxed and blessed. My body is important. I am important. It is another bliss -like a taste of rich, creamy ice cream on a hot summer afternoon. Mmmm! I so deserve it.
There is no need to do or accomplish. It is Sunday, a day of rest. Just be.