Day 1

Hello dear!

I’m so honored you decided to join me in committing to 5 days of consistent meditation practice.

This time of year can be incredibly joyful, but also hairy. For me, it is the perfect time to get reacquainted and recommitted to our practices as we move into the frenzy of the holiday season. I hope this week is the jumpstart you need to prioritize your well-being.

Your Day 1 practice and poem are below (remember: you have indefinite access to the session as long as you store this link somewhere safe.).

From the cushion,

xo Sarah

PS - If anything comes up I’m only an email away.

Day 1: 2023 Meditation Series

Poem of the day: 

My Brain and Heart Divorced by John Roedel

my brain and heart divorced

a decade ago

over who was

to blame about how big of a mess I have become

eventually,

they couldn't be in the same room with each other

now my head and heart share custody of me

I stay with my brain during the week

and my heart

gets me on weekends

they never speak to one another

- instead, they give me the same note to pass

to each other every week

and their notes they

send to one another always says the same thing:

"This is all your fault”

on Sundays

my heart complains about how my

head has let me down in the past

and on Wednesdays my head lists all

of the times my heart has screwed things up for me

in the future

they blame each other for the state of my life

there's been a lot

of yelling - and crying

so,

lately, I've been spending a lot of time with my gut

who serves as my unofficial therapist

most nights, I sneak out of the window in my ribcage

and slide down my spine and collapse on my

gut's plush leather chair that's always open for me

~ and I just sit sit sit sit until the sun comes up

last evening,

my gut asked me

if I was having a hard time being caught between my heart and my head

I nodded

I said I didn't know

if I could live with either of them anymore

"my heart is always sad about

something that happened yesterday

while my head is always worried

about something that may happen tomorrow," I lamented

my gut squeezed my hand

"I just can't live with

my mistakes of the past

or my anxiety about the future," I sighed

my gut smiled and said:

"in that case,

you should

go stay with your lungs for a while,”

I was confused

the look on my face gave it away

"if you are exhausted about

your heart's obsession with

the fixed past and your mind's focus on the uncertain future

your lungs are the perfect place for you

there is no yesterday in your lungs there is no tomorrow there either

there is only now

there is only inhale

there is only exhale

there is only this moment

there is only breath

and in that breath

you can rest while your heart and head work their relationship out.”

this morning, while my brain was busy reading tea leaves

and while my heart was staring at old photographs

I packed a little bag and walked to the door of my lungs

before I could even knock she opened the door

with a smile and as

a gust of air embraced me she said

"what took you so long?”