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✨ Sunday Funday ✨
Soft doesn’t mean unprotected
source: theworkoutwitch_ on IG
I am a fan of some of the posts from this account, they are very insightful, as well as the creator advocating for somatic exercises for those who are experiencing difficulty finding that peaceful release or healing from even known relaxing exercises like yoga. As a sufferer from chronic illness and chronic pain I find it especially useful.
Just passing it on for anyone else who could benefit from the info 💗
September 2023
Fruits of My Labors
I want this movie to be simple
I’ve always wanted life to be simple my greatest achievement
(I think)
Is the internal minimalization of everything
Instead maybe just my greatest mistake but
The damages it has wrought so far
Have been too small to tell.
The “apples” the quinces
Are even gold now
Money, their gold amongst the green leaves,
Has never been anything to me.
Its luster has fallen simply off the tree for me when it seems right
And easy.
I’ve managed it well, and I scoff at the weak
Who squander and whom it squanders.
I did not imagine this to be urban like Hercules
I have spent my best when I could in the rural
But not enslaved like Him.
Bones rattling, the train’s violent shaking
Makes me aware of myself and I bet
He never got self-conscious.
These subtitles are imperfect,
All I acknowledge is the imperfect
What has happened
I am no Hercules
Perfection is nothing to me.
I have finished all my Labors and
Still
I am not free.
Wait,
The language,
The breathiness the light the subject.
I am relaxed
And feel as if again in those rural fields of escape.
Such a transformation, No, I know
My greatest achievement: mastery of time.
Now the breathing has turned into
Unbearable grunts, the talking goes
On and on, it is dark.
My back hurts. I am back again.
But now I know
I see the cycle
I will leave soon
And be back again.
Don’t worry.