It was recently my birthday and the influx of new possessions always fills me with battling feelings of euphoria and foreboding. The euphoria because I love not spending money and having wonderful gifts my loved ones showered upon me and the foreboding because I know the influx won't last. I've mentioned before the concept from yoga philosophy of the yamas which are self-regulating practices, the third yama, asteya means non-stealing. It can be taken literally, to not-steal from others, and also figuratively, to not steal from yourself. I steal from myself in many ways - especially when I get that foreboding - I'm just stealing the joy and gratitude that I got from receiving the gift by thinking about the future when those gifts are gone. So, I spent some time today for my poem, reflecting on the lies my lizard brain tells to get me to keep me hoarding.
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AuthorCreative enthusiast, gregarious naturalist, opinionated humanist, MBA, RYT 200. Amy Kay Czechowicz completed a poetry challenge for 2018, 2020, and half of 2023 by posting an original poem daily to this blog. She teaches yin and vinyasa weekly at Green Lotus Yoga in Lakeville, Minnesota and chimes in here from time to time with musings and rhymes. Archives
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