Practice, Practice, Practice

My day was really disrupted. Wednesday is usually my "Academy Day" where I spend a good portion of it in silence and study and meditation and now in blog world. I was hijacked by a terrible storm last night that caused school to be canceled for today. Four extra people in the house, ranging in ages from 2 to 38, does not make for a routine Wednesday.

I did get to go for a run this morning, and by run I mean 6 minutes. I was up to 16 minutes, but have not been very regular getting at least 2 runs in each week. Yep, I've tanked on my running practice. So I started thinking of how other practices are going for me right now. Surprisingly, I have done well with my food for this time of year. With Thanksgiving, my birthday, and holiday events falling in line one right after the other, I usually give in and eat mostly junk amidst the commotion.

But something is different these days. A stirring within is calling me to be more conscious of my daily routine, especially the food piece. The practice is paying off. I wake up in the morning wanting greens for breakfast. Weird, I know, but put some fresh steamed kale on brown rice porridge with olive oil and garlic gomasio, and it sets me up for an awesome day.

That's why today was a total bummer. I didn't get to do my intentional spiritual practice that Wednesdays are set aside for, and I really needed it. While I'm feeling pretty balanced in my body with my food, I'm feeling relatively scattered in my spirituality. Today helped me realize that sometimes things show up unexpectedly, so being consistent about my daily spiritual practices is essential. I hear Jane's voice telling me to "wake up" to the practices I've got going in my life already. Perhaps with a little attention and intention I'll appreciate the disrupted moments and find practice within them.

I wonder what types of practice I'll begin to crave. I hope it's something as weird as greens for breakfast.