Sunday, February 17, 2013
Artist: Boris Kustodiev (1878–1927)
Blue House 1920
I love to travel. I like it even more now that I realize that I take my home with me where ever I go. I take my body and my body is my home.
I haven’t always felt this way. Somehow on this trip to the Caribbean, I realized that my body is my home and I need to release the anxiety I have about my body. I am striving every day to be healthy, holy and happy. I make improvements every day and they are adding up.
I have become comfortable in my skin. I have treated my body as my enemy for a long time. For February I started to treat my body as my friend. I think it is through this effort that I have realized that my body is my home. My home is comfortable, my home is where I can be at ease, my home needs attention to stay neat and clean and in good shape, and my home needs maintenance when things go wrong. If there is a leak and I have to fix it, do I view my home as weak or lazy? Of course not. I either fix it or seek professional help.
I have stopped most of my negative self-talk. I am practicing yoga in order to promote my mind/body connection. I am stretching outside my comfort zone and trying to be relax in my own skin. With practice, I will accomplish this.
My home requires that I drink plenty of water, get a healthy night’s sleep, and limit my calories. I give it fresh fruits and vegetables, whole grains and leans meats. I feed it healthy fats. I challenge it with aerobic exercise and strength training.
Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home.