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I Celebrate Myself…


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Affirm Life

I just stepped into my apartment after leaving a group of women who get together once a month to support and share with one another. This is my second month  with this group and when I leave that space I feel spiritually rejuvenated. One of things that we do is to set intentions for the upcoming month. My intention is to say daily affirmations to myself. I need that to  create the foundation of truly feeling worthy of all the good things coming my way. So, tonight I affirm…life. I affirm life in all its goodness, in all its splendor, in the people I meet and within myself. I affirm life by appreciating it in the dogs that pass me by with their owners and crying child that clings to their parent. I affirm life. I affirm life.

 

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The Welcoming

This morning I began my day looking at my nephew as he slept, across from me, on my bed. He spent the night in my apartment. There is something beautiful about the first moments after waking up… and if you rest within those moments and welcome the new day, you can witness how loud quiet can really be. 

After dropping off my nephew, I went to a Jamaican restaurant and ordered ackee and saltfish — Jamaica’s national dish and one of my favorite dishes. The sounds and smells of the restaurant made feel  me so at home. Knowing that I had things to do before my yoga class (The time was 12:30pm and my class started at 3pm). I rushed back to my apartment, washed my clothes at the laundromat and hurried to my yoga class ( I made the intention to go to the class yesterday. Making the intention was big for me because it has been months since I have been to a class). After the class, which was oh, so wonderful by the way, I walked outside of the studio just as the rain ended. I stopped and  bought a bag of potting soil for one of my plants and on my way home with the bag of earth in my hands I smiled at a building with my name on it and enjoyed the walk  back to my apartment: I noticed the dews of rain on the flower petals and leaves of the trees and the puddles of water on the ground and  how the sound of my steps were different with my sandals hitting the wet ground. And like the awareness I had this morning watching my nephew as he slept, I felt completely in the rhythm of life, walking home , from my yoga studio with a bag of earth in my hands and welcoming the beauty of it all.