rekindling a faltered fire
When it comes to routine, I kind of suck. Well, unless that routine includes sitting like I have no skeleton on the couch while the television plays mindlessly through things I’ve already seen. I’m rather good at that. It’s my default state.
Every night I come home with good intentions that slowly disintegrate under the pull of lethargy. I’m also really good at rationalizing it. It was a long day. I’m really tired. I feel like I might be getting sick. You know how that is.
But, I’ve been thinking a lot about getting back into the practice of a daily spiritual practice, the way I used to do when I first started studying shamanism and such. A part of that has included re-dedicating myself to the journey I started not quiet a year ago to make myself healthy.
So, I guess what I’m looking to do is to start a whole being practice. Daily work on my body, my mind, my spirit. Because I want to continue to grow. I want to become a better person.
The beginning of this endeavor was rearranging the living room, an effort that afforded me the space to put in an ancestor altar and space in which I can actually do yoga. While I wait for the things I need to put together the altar, I want to start slowly incorporating a few different things toward the other aspects.
Last night, I purposefully sat down to meditate for the first time in a while. It used to be the way I ended every day. It only lasted about ten minutes because I had to get up and break up a cat fight, and most of that time was spent trying to stop the wild, mad spinning of my brain, but it’s a start. Tonight, I will try again…but before I do, I want to get some form of exercise in, either yoga or some time on the elliptical.
With some determination, I hope to do both of these every day in March. By the end of March I should have some things on hand for other parts of that practice and I can add to the routine in April. Little steps form the basis of any journey. One small spark can bring down a city.