pressure on the woman!

i'm tired. and i have to make dinner now. how am i going to pull this off gracefully?

yes, we're making brown rice pasta cuz yer daddy wants us to go easy on the gluten these days.

and yes, i don't wear a bra. hardly ever. they are uncomfortable. hmmmm, maybe a shoulder stretch along with a jaw stretch would feel good.

mmmm. yes. that is helping clear some stagnation.

okay, i'm feeling more into my body, i'm noticing my breath again. feeling more powerful. i can make this dinner. i know i can.

what is up with the pressure in this world? it's nature's pressure. that's all i can come up with. and yet, even under all the pressure of the matter on the surface of the earth, she has her integrity underneath, and is able to maintain large cavernous crystal worlds, massive underground rivers, flowing lava, and i am excited to learn, or just imagine, what else! look here. today, when the pressure feels and seems to be too much, i want to remember these places, that are right under my feet, existing in harmony with the pressure all around them.

and i want to remember something we talked about last night in the women's group. about meeting energy coming at you that feels like an attack, first with dodging, blending, or harmonizing with the attacker and his/her energy, and then with redirecting their motion. it's the basic aikido principal....i think. i wish i had someone to teach me. maybe my little boy will help with that now that he's studying a martial art.

i went shopping yesterday for only these things. they were just what was on the list. when i got home, i found it very funny that i got these particular items. all about cleaning... one of my challenges in life, to find the balance between dirty and clean.

and here i am, trying to do what the box is telling you you're supposed to do with these gloves. but throwing in some martial arts defense posture. don't mess with me and my hot pinks. on the back of the box she has on her panties and high heels and is laying down looking at her beautiful gloves. is that what we're supposed to do after we do the dishes? oh yes. and let me run a bath for the man, add some epsom salts, and get the kids to bed while i enjoy my heels and gloves some more. and then let me pleasure the man after he's nice and relaxed from his hard hard day at work. and then, i will take the gloves off, and feel great about how they protected my hands from a woman's work. uh-huh. ugggg. i think i might barf just from imagining it. what does sex have to do with these gloves? don't anyone answer that.