Love picking wildflowers to fill my space.

Day six of this back compression and things are changing. This morning I put on socks by myself! Woohoo. I went downstairs yesterday for the first time, walked barefoot on the grass, played with my granddaughter. It felt wonderful. In past back incidents, I forced myself into a car for the half an hour ride to the chiropractor or a shorter ride to the acupuncturist. This time, I decided to take a gentle route. I rested and moved only as I was able. Today I was able to get up from bed without struggle, and trust that I will gradually regain full range of movement. I sense that if I tune in, my body will show me a better way to move and carry myself. There has been this feeling of excitement under the pain, letting me know that strength and flexibility will be mine.

Cows in a field of buttercups, imagine the milk!

Today is the Solstice and I awoke to find the village shrouded in mist. It feels magical, as if we are suspended between two worlds. I know that part of my back issues had to do with this influx of solar energy that has been streaming in the past few days. Both my eldest son and I have been forced to lie low, move slowly, rest more. We both bring through energy to ground in much the same way. Another thing that will be changing as the old pain and harshness gives way to ease and softness. Hallelujah!

Honoring myself, still moving slowly and will rest most of the day. I do intend to get a swim in to celebrate this day, if my back allows. I have had to let go of order and cleanliness in my place, surrendering to the moments and cherishing what I can do. All perspective.

My bouquet from a few days ago.

My two year old granddaughter shifted something for me. I have red fingernail size spot on the side of my nose from a skin graft after a surgery for sun damage issues. It has never lightened up as predicted. When I wash my face in the mornings, it is a minor irritation to me. I have not worn make up in this life though I have some cream to dot on it. It does not do much so it is something that I live with like so much else. My granddaughter comes up the stairs the other day, walks right up to me and presses her finger on that red spot. She says, “Nana, I love your red spot.” It was as if she had been thinking about it downstairs and decided to come tell me. So sweet. It has changed my own morning experiences of washing my face as I say to myself, I love my red spot, my crooked tooth, my varicose veins, my belly pouch……loving it all.

The little ones know truth. It is all about love. May love flow into all of our hearts this day and transform us.