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I decided yet again to give this a try. I am not sure what I want to make of this blog, but I keep thinking it might be a wonderful way for me to keep check in with myself about goals, dreams and where I want to go in life.
This morning I did a yoga routine, something I struggle at doing in the morning, but ultimately i feel better about after I have done it. I think this might be the point of any sort of routine in the morning where I struggle is remembering the feeling when it is over and the wnat to keep doing it.
I want to try an exercise here as well that I picked up from a wonderful book by Natalie Goldberg "Wild Minds" that I am reading.
I remember the swaying grass in the fields as the truck would enter the long lane up to the barn. It had not be mowed in so long and the piece of land was practicaly untouched. There was a white building on the land, moved there years ago which looked out of place and seemed to stick out like a sore thumb. I wanted to go inside the barn to see the kittens and feel them in my arms, but they were suddenly at that age when they want to escape human touch and become one with nature, unseen and sometimes in contract to actually staying alive. I knew they would survive long as most farm cat's don't but I wanted to grab them in my arms for just a little longer in hopes that they would sense that caring, that i wanted them to live long and be a part of this farm. It was not a beautiful farm, but I imagined it could have been long ago. The cement house on the land stood almost like a tomb, the roof eroded away like the years and unable to hold anyone. It did once though and that reminder made me feel sad that it could not be held on to. I told my dad that I wanted to sell the land and everything after he mentioned wanting to keep it for us. I just looked at the land and thought maybe someone else could try to bring it to life. Maybe it is like the kittens running wild around the barn. Maybe they are meant only for a moment and not meant to survive beyond the years.
This morning I did a yoga routine, something I struggle at doing in the morning, but ultimately i feel better about after I have done it. I think this might be the point of any sort of routine in the morning where I struggle is remembering the feeling when it is over and the wnat to keep doing it.
I want to try an exercise here as well that I picked up from a wonderful book by Natalie Goldberg "Wild Minds" that I am reading.
I remember the swaying grass in the fields as the truck would enter the long lane up to the barn. It had not be mowed in so long and the piece of land was practicaly untouched. There was a white building on the land, moved there years ago which looked out of place and seemed to stick out like a sore thumb. I wanted to go inside the barn to see the kittens and feel them in my arms, but they were suddenly at that age when they want to escape human touch and become one with nature, unseen and sometimes in contract to actually staying alive. I knew they would survive long as most farm cat's don't but I wanted to grab them in my arms for just a little longer in hopes that they would sense that caring, that i wanted them to live long and be a part of this farm. It was not a beautiful farm, but I imagined it could have been long ago. The cement house on the land stood almost like a tomb, the roof eroded away like the years and unable to hold anyone. It did once though and that reminder made me feel sad that it could not be held on to. I told my dad that I wanted to sell the land and everything after he mentioned wanting to keep it for us. I just looked at the land and thought maybe someone else could try to bring it to life. Maybe it is like the kittens running wild around the barn. Maybe they are meant only for a moment and not meant to survive beyond the years.