Yesterday, after a day full of unexpected health complications (I’m okay, so no worries), I came home and was completely zapped. The past week or so has been tough on many levels. Y’all saw my last post about anxiety, and it’s been a challenge…

But I’m NOT letting it get the best of me.

After making some dinner, I put on one of my favorite George Winston CDs (yes, I STILL have a CD carousel AND a turntable), lowered the lights, and began to fill the kitchen sink with warm water and suds.

For years, the ritual of washing dishes has had some kind of meditative quality to it. Even though most of my residences have had dishwashers, there’s something relaxing about hearing and feeling the water as it passes over my hands and onto the plates and the prisms and shapes of color that the bubbles create.

I felt myself slowing down, breathing, relaxing. Pretty soon after, I curled up in bed and went to sleep, listening to one of my favorite sound healing artists, A Path to Moksha, via headphones. If you haven’t heard him, you must visit his YouTube channel. Here’s a sample…

During this morning’s coffee ritual, I wandered outside to soak in the morning sun. Something felt different. I felt the slightest bit lighter, like some of that hundred-pound weight tied to my shoulders had been removed.

I took a look at my little buddha statue and couldn’t help but laugh. He looked as if he’d been sweating, yet he had this most peaceful look on his face.

I feel ya, buddy.

When things get tough, and the temps amp up a bit, just stop, listen, and breathe… and maybe wash a few dishes, while you’re at it.

This, too, shall pass. I can still hear my sweet Grandmother Jessie saying that. ❤