As I stretched my back in child’s pose this morning, I felt a yearning to stay in the safety of this shell for the whole day, even the whole week. This wasn’t the first time I’ve felt that during child’s pose: feeling closed off and protected from the world.
Could I just stay here? Could life just stay still—that my daughter’s wrist will heal seamlessly and swiftly, that she be kept out of harm’s way? That my sadness over seeing her injury will abate? Along with that healthy (or not-so-healthy) sense of mom guilt?
Mindful Nuggets 