New Forms

This week has been especially challenging. I broke my leg in January, requiring surgery. My tried and true methods of combating the winter blues were now unavailable to me. I have found that getting outside, whatever the weather, walking and running, have always helped me to manage symptoms of depression. My accident has invited me to find new avenues to solace. At first I accepted this challenge wholly. Spending hours each day with my healing body. Listening in and breathing safety into every cell. Creating a new, soft and quiet process. My enthusiasm waned as the season continued on. I gave my attention to the things that I was missing. While I allow these emotions, I am careful not to spend too much time with them. When I had had enough, I got down on the floor again. I started to bend and stretch. I started to connect. I moved fluidly, allowing my body to takeover. I started to control each movement. My body and mind in congress. I swing my arms with light weights to move the blood. I roll my spine. Cat cow to connect body and breath. I felt the energy building within. Leg inversions to soothe the inflamed injury. As I moved I focused on each muscle and how it supports me, where it connects to the core of me. Soon, my mind is calmed, relief. I begin to remember I have a deep reservoir of strength within me. I remember that through chaos and challenges we are shaped into new forms. I remember that I am always home within my body.