As Alice projectile vomited all over my leopard skin coat (rather fabulous) , I sat there desperately yearning for a bit of predictability, and some easy, calm flow.
And then I surrendered to the improbability of that right now.
Occasionally I observe others with a sense of ‘sometimes envy’ when I see the grace and ease with which they appear to travel through life. Of course appearances may be deceiving, and can mask a denial of sorts, but some people just flooooooow better than others.
I aspire to grace, and at times manage that and linger in those lovely moments. I walk tall and elongate my neck. At times I can be damn graceful myself, but sitting in a sick pool, with a lumpy headache looming it felt far, far away. I want to go there soon.
This morning while having a quiet five, I thought of the images of ease and flow that came to mind. I like to hold these positive images close to me while I am working through a process.
Issy is goddess personified. I think of her and think of Isis, Athena and other strong, warrior goddesses. Issy is beautiful, athletic, smart and sassy. She is also very no b.s. She is a terrific mother, with a no-nonsense attitude and a tendency to surrender to bed, to yoga or to getting help when I try too hard to soldier on. I can over analyze and be in my head too much. Issy just rings a friend or her mother in law and says can you ‘take the baby away’ NOW! It’s a nicely managed art-form, which is great for self-preservation. We can all use a bit of that.
This is not a self flagellation piece. I don’t want to be Issy. I like being me. I have different skills and abilities which I am proud of. However we can all benefit from taking a peek through someone else’s arched window for a few minutes and seeing what we can learn.
So today I honor Issy, Grace and Flow.
Off to make scones…