Home of The Snippets since at least the last century.

It just occurred to me as I sat down to type, hardly a structure constructing itself as my fingers and mind begin their process, that I should maybe change the name from ERM… to something else as these latest musings have centered around feeling centered.

The Snippets know no bounds and have no rules of their own. They are the rebels of my spirit that push their way to the forefront of my mind. And so, here we go, little snippets.. you’re standing in the front row, pushed up against the barrier, face shining up to the light of the stage…

True confession: Goldfish Brain had the hardest time finding the word “barrier” just now. She wanted it so badly, wanted an even more accurate portrayal of the picture in her head, but it was her head that kept her from forming the word. What a fucking mind fuck Goldfish Brain can be.

And yes, I know Goldfish Brain is there to serve as my protector, the sword and shield to reliving trauma again and again. But being aware of Goldfish Brain and being able to do nothing about it is a trauma all it’s own.

Yesterday was a full on Goldfish Brain kind of day. And why I didn’t think it would be is beyond me. Of course it would be, it’s the day before A Day. A capitalized day in the calendar that just keeps turning of it’s own volition.

The day actual day of A Day is always always better than the day before, having lived through and come out the other side multiple times. G.B. has not fully subsided, as evidenced by the utter lack of focus of this post, but it’s quieted. Like a puppy who doesn’t want to sleep, and you can’t make it, so you lay there together, in a heavy-eyed truce.

Grace and strength. Strength and grace. Those were the words that met me on the mat today. As always, the instructor was referring to the way our bodies move; how we meet where we are and embrace it as we progress through poses. And, as always, I take it off the mat. Straight to how I’m meeting my life where it is, and embracing it as I continue to move forward.

With grace and strength. Not mutually exclusive, but working in conjunction with one another. How beautiful to finally find the balance; both in life and in the poses. I don’t usually use props in my practice, but today I did, their support a grounding rather than a crutch. Making the connection between my yoga blocks and my friends. Both are always there for me. Waiting for me to let them be a firm foundation from where to lift myself. Will I still fall out of a pose, even with the help? Absolutely. I’m learning the art of getting back up again.

With grace and strength and snippets and goldfish brain. Let’s get back up again.