I was enjoying a look-through my Kripalu catalog the other day.
Weekend getaways for health and sanity...yoga intensives...massages and wholesome food. And, yes, I was looking rather longingly at the photographs of joyful, stress-free, smiley people living the deep spiritual life in communion with...themselves, and oh wouldn't it be nice to just go off, on the spur of the moment, and have a weekend trip.
And then I realized, how silly of me! I have my own little rest and renewal retreats EVERY SINGLE DAY. I get to go to the bathroom. And shut the door. And look at a catalog. For somewhere between 3 and 7 minutes. It's a Mother's Retreat. Icing on the cake is the fact that it's free.
So how can I be complaining or envying the yoga-spandex clad, kale eating, rosy-cheeked, kirtan-chanting, people in those pictures?
Except on the days when my children insist of being in the bathroom with me while I take my little mini-retreat from the world. On those days I can complain.