In that time, I've posed semi-nude for an art class. I've committed to daily sadhana for the next 40 days. At least one of those sessions I will teach. Me, teaching a 4am yoga class. Oh yes. I've taken up the tarot again. My tent smells like mildew and teatree oil.
I've discovered that baking soda helps make my feet clean. Not having clean feet has driven me kind of crazy. I live not far from the bathroom, but it rains lots here. The path to the bathroom is often very muddy. I go shower. My feet are so clean until I leave the bathroom to go back to my tent and get dressed or go out into the world. I step in a mud puddle. Clean feet no more. Most of the buildings here require that we take off our shoes. So my shockingly dirty feet are no secret. They are on display for all of Omega to see. Not to mention that first thing in the morning, I stare at my filthy feet for two hours. Hurray for baking soda. It scrubs away the caked in mud. For at least five minutes everyday now, I can savor sweet pink soles. And then I go outside and they get all muddy, but for five minutes they were glorious and clean. I hold that gratitude in my heart as my feet get grotty. The difference now is that each new day brings about a new set of grime. No more grime carry over. That is progress. That is growth.
So goes it with my soul, too. My old gunk is gone. My daily sadhana has been like baking soda for my soul. Two hours of scrubbing and all clean. Another day to gunk it up, but because I started off fresh and clean, the gunk doesn't get ground in. Clean soles. A cleaner soul. Still, when I leave I'm getting a serious pedicure. And will wear socks until Kingdom come and beyond.
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