While my mom dances on the wind, I am stuck down here on earth with all the bad things I inherited from her.
The tension forms rocks in my lower back, my shoulder blades. I get mad, impatient, worried, upset, and it locks into place.
I really try to relax. I deep breathe, stretch, meditate, exercise.
And yet the rocks are lodged there.
I don’t know what is making them so bad now. I only know that they won’t go away today.
Maybe this is a trivial battle, compared to the sufferings of so many people on the planet. But even that suffering – the injustice, the unfairness of it – is part of my battle to relax. How can I relax, when there is so much wrong for so many people?
Today’s penny is one of those that is so covered in crud that the date is obliterated.