The summer this year felt never ending. From blissfully warm sunny spring days sometimes perfectly mimicking the summer, to lock down, to the less joyful parts of long days locked in the home office, home schooling and looming redundancies. Time seemed to elongate until we reached the autumn equinox. The morning was hot and sunny, I dropped T off wearing a vest top and jeans. The clouds and cold air arrived around 2pm. We went out to dinner in long coats and jumpers and just like that the summer was over.
All of the events of the world seem to take place between the spring and autumn equinox’s so I felt completely disheartened with this sudden end to the party. And then the tension crept in, my digestion gave up leaving me with cramps, my heart rate increased daily. I went to the doctor and after a UTV ultrasound and a colonoscopy he was delighted to tell me I was fine. I still did not feel fine though.
B is 2 but convinced that she is a fabulous doctor. I was going through our daily routine of listing my many ailments (broken leg for her to bandage, cut on my finger for a plaster) when I mentioned my sore tummy. She said to me ‘lie down’ and just put a hand on my stomach and gently rubbed it. I closed my eyes and we stayed like that for a few minutes. ‘This is healing’ a voice in my head said. The touch of my daughter and a little space in between the madness for someone to genuinely care for you. It’s something I have never reached for in others but I have found in my yoga practice. But you live you learn. I need to heal from this amazing, confusing, insane summer and we are gifted winter (and the healing hands of those around us) to do just that.
Rewilding my family 