Acting a fool as a pleasure practice

I awoke this morning to the sound of my alarm and I was dog tired. Down to my bones tired. On the eve of one of my busiest days this summer my lifelong insomnia reared its ugly head. I was running on maybe 4 hours of sleep.

There was no time to ease into my morning like I always do, I had things that needed to be done before my guests arrived at @refuge at 8 am for the first of 2 events today. The beauty of a busy day like this is that there’s no time to sit and let the exhaustion take over, you have to keep moving and that movement generates energy, propulsion.

In between events and meetings I was able to fit in a walk and a shower. I could feel my energy stuck somewhere between my root and core. Shaking and jumping around while making all kinds of reverberating noises shook it loose. The silliness of the movements and sounds made me laugh. I could feel my body waking up again. 

Event number 2 is over and I’m about to head out to see a sultry burlesque performance. I’m marveling at the fact that even after an insanely busy day I still have time to rest and reflect. 

It’s days like this that make me so grateful for making pleasure a priory in my life. I have reserves for days. Everything feels easier when I’m feeling connected to my body. So easy that I don’t feel the heaviness that I used to on this day. I almost forgot that it was the anniversary of my father’s passing. Of course I could never forget but there’s a peace that I feel now that I never have before. That is why I do what I do, pleasure is life force pulsing through every fiber of my being. I feel whole and alive.