Get Better Sleep - Day 5
Yesterday I shared that I have Multiple Sclerosis for one reason. If I think it might help someone, I share it. I'm somewhat cautious when sharing this because it took me a long time to stop self-identifying as someone who is sick.
A disease says nothing about the essence of who you are. Most of our blog community, like me, is aging into their sixties and more. You may also struggle with a chronic health issue*.
I wish I could tell you that mindfulness is a magic pill that will cure disease or take away all the stress. Wouldn't that be nice! What it will do, and studies support this, is help you manage stress, cope better with serious illness and reduce anxiety and depression that can accompany it.
My neurologist who treats me for MS calls me Miss Yogi. I like that. It's her way of telling me that my meditation and yoga practices are working. I gave a Namaste card to her and she kept it in her office for years. I know how I felt before I started my practices and how I feel now.
And she does too.
Let's practice guided meditation for sleep or deep relaxation!
Today's poem is about JOY!
All Joys Are Small
by Sharon Corcoran Yes, our wedding was an eruption of joy, never to be repeated. But I’m talking the daily visitations, like a flock of finches that appears as I emerge, that circles above the house and me three times, exactly three, before heading east and promptly vanishing against the peaks. The joys so small they barely register— the sight of clouds lenticular advancing over mountains, a perk of our geography. Coyote choirs. A cottonwood bedecked with blackbirds, all with Puerto Rico on their minds. A spontaneous hug from the one I’ve been cooped up with every day. These many joys rain down as grace, connecting mine to all lives, mycelia groping through the wet and giving ground. From The Two Worlds: Poems. Middle Creek Publishing and Audio, 2021.