Earth Hour, I Celebrated

Over the course of the years the reminders come around differently. In this year’s case, my little pal, Faria aka “Butterfly” reminded me by text.

It came as no surprise when I looked out at 8:30pm on Saturday, March 25, 2017, that the city that lay before me, was still awake.

I sat in solitude with peace around me. Candles flickered. The stillness of my breath ambient with my heart beating as one. I am one. One person.

Twitter popped into my head. Biz Stone’s book "Things A Little Bird Told Me" had kept me up one night. To finish it.

In London, the Buckingham Palace’s Royal Family had turned off the lights. How wonderful. Busy city blocks catapulted into the sphere marking this day, all over the world by turning off the switches. Videos to prove it.

While we are one, as individuals, so too is our World. Our Global community. We all share the air. What we put out, we breath in. Everywhere. From every country. From everyone.

--> Think about that and how our mere survival depends not only on the air, but the water we drink and the food we eat. All of which wouldn’t exist without air. Our air. Our World's air. 

Scattered Showers

There are moments that delight.

This morning as I rolled home from my TripleShot Predawn Coffee Destination Cycling Club’s 6 a.m. road ride, it was the ducks crossing the road. 
At the crosswalk. He and her. 
A memorable moment.

Later I post a shout-out for a celebration of YOUR Earth Day. A dare to throw the car keys away for today.

However, somewhere amidst the activation of the day my body shut down. Good Friday after all. For most a holiday.

Yesterday I had my first ever Shiatsu session. I had relaxed and felt a lot of tension relief, particularly in my lower back. The rest of the day was a race - from meeting to meeting - and so on.

Come today, I am whacked. I managed to jive on my ride. Barely.

Got home to make breakfast, coffee and turn the computer on. My productivity was all but shattered.

I lay low. My Wild Woman Mystery Card spoke to me. I’d drawn Refuge.

The sun outside became warm. I managed a garbage run. Then flopped down on the deck to attempt my stretches. It was hard getting up.

Perhaps a day of rest? A culmination of life’s stresses reflected in the alignment and unblocking of my body’s natural flow.

I caved into it. Even while the day brightened.

Inside for me, I was scattered showers.
Ever have days like that?