The terrible fatigue I’ve been feeling lately has spread to my spirituality. My rituals are suddenly shorter and lack any real meditation. I’ve tried to meditate in bed but I always fall asleep and have strange dreams that I can’t really remember in the morning.
I keep thinking about and seeing foxes everywhere. My inner teacher is calling out to me. I really should get down to business later. And I need to do it in my ritual room. I’m too programed to sleep when in bed. Meditation doesn’t come easy there.
I’m attempting to be more physically active in the hopes that it will improve my health and my energy. I started doing some aerobics yesterday. Perhaps I’ll do some yoga today – something not too jarring but also strenuous. I do love stretching…
Speaking of exercise, I’ve looked for belly dance instructors in and around Watertown. It seems that the closest are across the border or in Syracuse. With one car between myself and my husband, neither is really feasible at the moment. In the meantime, I’m hopeful that the local BOCES will get one down the road.