Hello my friends!
Stretch the body, stretch the mind. There’s something to that. I’ve been stretching every single day as a commitment to myself, and I’ve also started writing again!
I’m blogging again after a long hiatus with my energy wrapped up in caring for family members.
The past couple of years have been a rush of travel back and forth, supporting elders and coming home to a rush of teaching and dance and caring for a very old and very beloved dog through his last year of life. Then transitioning to add a younger generation member, giving him a jump-start.
It has been worth every minute but I have been in the middle of the muddle and things started to “give.”
Like an Oreo cookie – squooshed from both sides.
Emotional energy tied up
Physical energy tied up
Creative energy slowed
I grew up eating Oreo cookies and milk. I took the cookies apart to get at the white sweet frosting and scraped it with my teeth, carefully. Then I’d dip the chocolate cookie in milk. They usually broke when I opened the cookie, but they tasted good anyway.
Being one of the “sandwich” generation suddenly came to me later in life. I’m trying not to break like those cookies did in my childhood.
Carefully twisting the cookies with a gentle and patient touch,
Taking the pressure off and enjoying the sweet stuff in the middle.
It does feel good to help them – family members of both generations on either side of me.
It helps to recognize how very sweet it is to be in the middle of those cookies.
I’d rather be in this position than on either side.
Freedom to choose to be where I am,
To have the power to choose to say Now is the best place I can be
And somehow it is also going to be the very best thing that could ever have happened to me. *
Writing from the middle of my middle
From the sweetest place of all
I wish you lots of Oreo cookies and milk
May your cookies open in two perfectly round chocolate crispy delights
However you eat them.
Wishing you a sweet Valentine’s Day
Many blogs to come, my creativity is unleashed!
Love and Light,
* With a nod to my wonderful teacher, Zen Cryar DeBrucke