Self-Care
Self-care is part of collective care, but only if it is in balance with active care of the collective.
This morning, before reading the news and working hard, I sat for meditation and put up lentil soup in the slow cooker.

Self-care is part of collective care, but only if it is in balance with active care of the collective.
This morning, before reading the news and working hard, I sat for meditation and put up lentil soup in the slow cooker.

Friend, yogini, and neighbor Jess will be performing a Beethoven program with the Capitol Hill Chorale this weekend. A friend asked if I wanted to have dinner on Sunday, and I suggested we instead go to the Atlas Theater to see the concert. “Great idea,” replied my friend, “I have a friend in the Chorale, too.” Support the local arts, businesses, and friends, and get entertainment that doesn’t require getting in a car (or at least a very short ride) or a plane. Come join us!
This afternoon I was having a conversation about cats with a co-worker. “Why do they prefer the plastic construction tarp (I was having a damaged ceiling repaired) to all the more comfortable locations around the house?” I wondered.
I showed her the silly cat photo:
My friend started scrolling through the photos on my phone. She stopped at a heart-shaped cloud and said she liked it. I told her that I regularly post photos of heart shapes I notice as I go about my day. I said that it is a reminder to myself to be open-hearted (but with boundaries) as I live each day.
She said that she noticed heart shapes, too. She said that there had been a some kind of food or drink spill in the file room–she was sure that no one would have cleaned it up–that was a perfect heart shape.
We went to the file room. Yes, there it was, a sticky heart.