Sneaking Back to Bed

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Image by *murka* at flickr.com

“Laugh, even when you feel too sick or too worn out or tired.
Smile, even when you’re trying not to cry and the tears are blurring your vision.
Sing, even when people stare at you and tell you your voice is crappy.
Trust, even when your heart begs you not to.
Twirl, even when your mind makes no sense of what you see.
Frolic, even when you are made fun of. Kiss, even when others are watching. Sleep, even when you’re afraid of what the dreams might bring.
Run, even when it feels like you can’t run any more.
And, always, remember, even when the memories pinch your heart. Because the pain of all your experience is what makes you the person you are now. And without your experience—you are an empty page, a blank notebook, a missing lyric. What makes you brave is your willingness to live through your terrible life and hold your head up high the next day. So don’t live life in fear. Because you are stronger now, after all the crap has happened, than you ever were back before it started.”
~ Alysha Speer

 

I’ve had a big few days, lovelies.

A big month actually, between having intensive IV therapy to combat my superbug, and doing a load of readings and coaching for clients, and of hand-holding souls at the end of their lives, and of supporting people I care about through hard times.

This morning I woke up after a restless night, did my healing meditation for the world and all my loved ones (that includes you!) and then thought I would write my blog and get onto my avalanche of unanswered emails and messages that keeps growing while I have been busy attending to more urgent matters.

But I changed my mind.

My husband is sleeping in a dark, cool room. Harry dog has snuck up beside him.

And I am still tired.

So I am going back to bed for some more sleep and cuddles with my loved ones.

Because that’s what self-care looks like.

I hope you are looking after yourself too!

Hugs and love, Nicole <3 xx

Hi! I'm Nicole Cody. I am a writer, psychic, metaphysical teacher and organic farmer. I love to read, cook, walk on the beach, dance in the rain and grow things. Sometimes, to entertain my cows, I dance in my gumboots. Gumboot dancing is very under-rated.
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8 thoughts on “Sneaking Back to Bed

  1. Well said I do that a lot cuddling with furry friends is a gift from God

    On Thu, Feb 16, 2017 at 2:59 PM, Cauldrons and Cupcakes wrote:

    > Cauldrons and Cupcakes posted: ” “Laugh, even when you feel too sick or > too worn out or tired. Smile, even when you’re trying not to cry and the > tears are blurring your vision. Sing, even when people stare at you and > tell you your voice is crappy. Trust, even when your heart begs” >

  2. This is so beautiful, and relevant.
    I did a similar thing today..learning what self-care looks like. (Learning what so many things look like!)
    I hope the sleep treated you well; I am praying for you, praying healing for you, and for rest within all of this beautiful work that you do.
    Much love.
    (P.S: I want to note today that your guidance these past years has been such a blessing. I am immensely thankful. Needed to leave this thought here today <3 …and congrats on 3 million !!! <3 )

  3. I feel not like an empty page, but a journal so full there is not a white space left to scribble in. This week, I wanted to focus on me and it was illogical. I was so mad at one point I ate an entire pint of ice cream in one sitting (NOT a good thing for a person with Type 1 Diabetes). I was told I need to focus on the big picture of mom getting better and not look at the god and bad days. Those are to be expected. That she is down to 118 pounds and weak and tired and in constant pain are not important. She is better than she was a while ago and is improving. (note: she is better in that she is not on oxygen to breathe full time, she can walk a bit and dresses herself and eats at a table. ) thankfully, my best breaks are when I can shovel the walk and we have been getting a LOT of snow.

  4. Funny about that, me too. Slow morning for us all, and if we’re 5 mins late for school so be it. Banjo and I can walk later in the day…self love

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