a whisper

I'm a task master. I love to write lists just for the sheer joy I get from crossing items off when they are completed. This was yet another week of many items checked off:

Pick up twins for school carpool,
Pick up farm veggies,
Fulfill school volunteer duty,
Last Running Club at school,
Drop off Ruby Red for oil change and inspect for summer travels
Find a Sitter
Five Dentist Appointments
Buy Milk and Bananas and Eggs
Check Homework
Pay Bills
Pack Lunches
Renew Library Books
Fold Laundry
Bathe Children
Sweep Floors
Load Dishwasher
Unload it

Life these days can be a blur and buzz of activity. But when I sit down and become still and work hard to quiet my mind, there is a whisper. 

The voice is faint and can instantly be drowned out by MOM! Can I have a snack?

Enter Thursday Night Yoga.
Matt bounds up the steps and into the kitchen at 6:57pm. I grab my yoga mat and walk the 8 blocks to the community center for 60 minutes of breathing, stretching, holding, and meditating.

My sister convinced me to try yoga. I showed up at a class offered at our church during Advent. It was free and on Sunday nights. The first time I went I was nervous. I am not a group exercise person. Over the past 9 years I had dabbled in some prenatal pilates and yoga from the comfort of our living room. But I needed an outlet. Time out of the house. Scheduled time off from mom duty.

And so it has taken some discipline and practice, but my Thursday night yoga routine is time to let go of my to-do list and tune into and listen to that whisper.

Be Still
You Are My Beloved Daughter

Be Grateful

Trust

Take Refuge in Me