As I’ve written before, Shelby usually starts yoga class asking how you want to feel. Often, I think “calm” or “peace” or “wrung out” or “strong” but recently, a new one popped up: free to feel.
When we adopted Bob, one of my favorite ways the terrible handlers described him is “he has big feelings.” And he does: he loves BIG, he plays BIG, he protects BIG, he is sad big.
Bob and I are the same. Since I was a little girl, I’ve had BIG FEELINGS. “Whoooooooooaaaaaaaaa!” I shouted upon seeing Barton Springs for the first time as a five-year-old—and upon seeing the top of Willamette Pass, recently, as a thirty-nine-year-old.
BIG FEELINGS are awesome. They make for big laughter and big enjoyment and big love!
BIG FEELINGS also sometimes devastate. They make for big messes and big pain and big hurt.
So, back on my (Scoria cork mat I love you), I wanted to feel absolutely free to feel my big ol feelings.
AND I DID! FEEL MY BIG FEELINGS!
And it obviously didn’t change my life!
But it’s a reminder!
I get to feel how I feel and that’s great.