On the Train
My heart pounds as I rush around in the morning. 8.30 a.m comes around far too fast and I’m always subconsciously accusing myself why I wasn’t organized the night before. Then I remember how I struggled all these days, my life energy depleted – I was walking around doing the bare minimum. It felt like I was drowning, and no one could save me except myself. Yoga Nidra last night helped somewhat, especially the Ram chant that always soothes my soul. Going in the train each morning on my workdays, now feels like a little luxury. A mini holiday. After the morning scramble, I can just relax for 20 minutes. Today I felt like I need to use this time to write. I haven’t been writing for many weeks and maybe I need to do it to save my life. I keep thinking about Natalie Goldberg and her book ‘writing down the bones’. There is a desire to write down my thoughts and the details of my life. Maybe this is my calling. Writing. I wish I knew how to do it well. I dropped Sahan at Montessori ...