Things have been sort of tough over here lately. Without getting into a laundry list of worries at home and away from home, I’ll just say that the stresses have piled up. Even with a concerted effort to see the positive side in all that we have and do, the realization of the quiet toll these stresses take has been eye opening. Sleep is restless, punctuated by odd dreams and early morning tossing and turning. The simple act of taking a deep breath to re-center (a practice I whole-heartedly believe in for stress management) only serves to show me, in the moment of exhale, just how twisted and knotted my insides can get. When the many roles that we play on any given day require more obligations and produce more stress it is so easy to get twisted to the point where everything starts to ache. I know it’s coming when I get that little twinge between my shoulder blades, when my stomach churns I’ve let it go too far.
I loved this chair when I saw it yesterday. I find comfort in knowing that when we are forced to bend and give more than we previously thought we should (or could), beautiful things can sometimes emerge. We have rallied through times of great financial stress, days and nights that have blended together in back breaking work, sickness and loss and upheaval and anxieties that seem to stop everything else in its tracks. We will do it once again. Twister season always passes and gives way to new life.