Exfoliate

Why, I ask, did I have to leave off on such a dark note?
It just seems to make things that much more difficult to start with... It seems unnatural to just pick up and keep going. There's a delicacy in such public journaling (and this and that) which I don't quite have the hang of.

But I have returned from my month in Hawaii. No regrets. (In the grand scheme of things.)
And I'm very well alive. I seem to have acquired the taste for it. Life, I mean. And that new outlook is inspiring and encouraging.

But simultaneously, I'm in a funk. I'm in a skin that doesn't feel like mine own.
I've got a new mantra. I have a few, of course. I have my mantra for yoga nidra. I have my mantra for my insomnia at 1:30, too. But I have a new mantra--- I think I'll deem it my Midday Mantra.

Exfoliate, Exfoliate.
It runs across my mind when I wash my face at dawn and dusk. When I rinse my veg for lunch. When I rub my hands on my limbs during my walks, the cool air against my skin.

Exfoliate, Exfoliate.
It's like that sweeping practiced in Reiki that my mother taught me. Cleanse, Breathe, and live that white light.

Happy Autumnal Equinox.