Recharging
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Many years ago, when my older sons were preteens, and I was a single-parent, going to school during the day and waitressing evenings, I used to have a ritual to recharge as I transitioned through my day. I would lay on the floor in front of the double patio doors; on good days, in a sunbeam; and clear my mind of all the chatter and noise of the day. For ten minutes I would imagine myself in the middle of a lake, lying in the bottom of a rowboat, sun beating down on me, gently rocking as the water lapped the edge of the boat. I would imagine my feet dangling over the edge of the boat in the cool water. In that moment, I felt serenity. There was peace and I felt recharged.
I need to find that place and that serenity.....
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