Of late, my meditation practice (such as it was) has, like the rest of me, gone a bit slack.
Every day I plan to factor in a little relaxation, a few stretches – something to soothe and refresh my tired, frayed mind. And then, the day whirls by in haze of toddler negotiations, baby feeding frenzies and a whole heap of nappies, and all of a sudden I’m clocking in for the night shift again.
Recently my attempts at self care and nurture have been more ‘bowl full’ than soulful: focused entirely on consuming enough energy to get through the day. But I could use some mental refuelling too. It’s…
