A Night My Body Called Me Home

Tonight my body spoke in a way I couldn't ignore. Maybe it was the push I gave myself at yoga, maybe it was the abrupt swing between the sharp cold outside and the heated air inside -- whatever the cause, there was a thin, icy sheen wrapped around my body, and a quiet fatigue settling on my limbs. A kind of unwellness that doesn't shout but lingers.

Still, I showed up for the 5:45pm yoga class, even though the spark wasn't there. Moving through the poses felt different without that usual reservoir of energy in my core. It reminded me how much my body changes the whole rhythm of my day -- how powerful a belly full of fire is... and how stark the contrast feels when the energy runs low.

After class, I didn't push myself. I drove home instead of going back to the office as I intended. My home sanctuary welcomed me in -- dim lights, quiet air, the small rituals of caring for my kitties. It felt like being held.

A warm ginger tea. A warm shower, soft pajamas. The relief of tucking myself in. My cat, Ganesha, curling onto me without hesitation; Mia finding his place too. Their warm bodies choosing mine, instinctively knowing I needed that tenderness.

We rested together. The three of us in a quiet, healing cocoon. My body finally allowed to unwind, soften, and recover.