I don’t know have many words right now.
Some days are just like that.

There’s a lot rolling around in this thing I call Body.

A pretzel of sorts including (but not limited to)
amazement,
disgust,
sadness,
grief,
longing,
gratitude,
numbness.

A pretzel with each twist barely resting before riding into a new turn.

(Missing all the salty and buttery goodness of the super yummy soft bake version.)

There are a bunch of why’s and what’s behind it but this

How…

this how interests me most.

This how is the pretzel.

I feel like a pretzel inside.

Hello pretzel.

Welcome to the Kingdom of Me.

I might not always be the most gracious of hosts
but I’ll do my best

to care for you while I’m here.

Or to care for me while you’re here.

Or both.

Hello pretzel.
Hello.

With love,
Rachel

p.s. Here’s a thing I did today to take good care. It’s a 3 minute practice with Neil Pearson, an exceptional educator, a physical therapist and a certified yoga therapist, titled “Breath Regulation: Longer, Softer, Smoother.” Give it a try and see where you land.