Hot water bottle

A dear super sweet friend whom I will be forever grateful to picked me up and drove me to kundalini yoga with her today. This is a big, big deal for me. I don't go to yoga. I don't go to the grocery store. As of late, a trek around the block has been nearly out of reach.

It felt so freakily familiar to be in a yoga class ...oddly dream-like too. I clearly remember a pre-lyme time when my body could do such things and loved moving those ways. It wanted almost nothing of the sort today though. Even sitting still and simply imagining the movements was also, for the most part, rejected. So naturally waves of grief repeatedly overtook me as I sat and lay, mostly resting, while the others moved through the poses. No stranger to grieving, I didn't fight it. Let the intensity flow. Watched it rise and fall.

This was interspersed with gorgeous moments where strong, peaceful energy overpowered me and my eyes dripped tears of relief, my chakras buzzed happily away ... thoroughly safe and lost in the loving vibe.

I was in full body lyme pain on the drive home from the wee bits of yoga my body had allowed, and even seemed to welcome, but there was peace in my heart. Went straight to bed. However, the rest I was hoping would restore me didn't come. Rather chills and pain, and then more of that. Hubbie brought me the hot water bottle eventually, and now, finally, a couple of hours later, my body temperature is starting to balance back out. Mmmmm.... Hot water bottle. :)

Not super willing to try getting out of bed soon, although I had planned to help the kids with homework. Pain and chills, headache and sore throat, dry eyes and malaise. Want to find that peace again. Please?