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A client I worked with for a couple of years, a few years ago and was doing really well, called yesterday saying that everything seemed to be going to heck in a hand basket. My first question, as usual, was, “how’s your self-care going?” I’ll bet even people who have never heard of self-care know the answer.
I wonder what it takes for us to realize we can’t give what we don’t have?
I enjoy making fresh juice at home, in the mornings. Sometimes after I drink the juice, I clean the machine immediately. It takes less than three minutes. But other times, I get distracted, and the pulp adheres to the basket and machine parts, creating a sticky mess?
I wonder how many “juicers” are sitting unattended in my life, getting stickier by the minute, while I avoid them?
*Ari is a dear friend of ours and we are honored to share his mindful moment with you. We look forward to sharing moments from other dear friends in the future. You are all invited to play! Thank you, Ari!
My legs were killing me. I had walked the entire length of a good sized concourse at the Cleveland Hopkins Airport . I needed surgery. Sitting down felt terrific. Walking toward me was a bright-faced, young woman in her twenties with a child no more than five with the unmistakable hair of a person with cancer, undergoing or having just completed chemotherapy. In an instant, I could no longer feel the pain in my legs.
I wonder if perspective ever becomes automatic?
Eight years later, I can tell you it does when I am awake.
