Listening To Myself.

Brigid, gold-red woman,
Brigid, flame and honeycomb,
Brigid, sun of womanhood,
Brigid, lead me home.

You are a branch in blossom.
You are a sheltering dome.
You are my bright precious freedom.
Brigid, lead me home.

--Irish prayer to the goddess

Our inner compass is a sure one, one that can bring us to what we need. Learning to trust and to follow its movements is one of life's deepest lessons.

I've not been well today. I felt like I was coming down with a cold, and felt pretty miserable when I got up this morning. But I'm here for the children and my inner compass told me that today was going to be okay if I could just keep going.

By ten, I was regretting that decision as I had the makings of a migraine. I went to see the school doctor, and she gave me medicine for the migraine, it didn't cure it altogether, and it left me in a bit of a fog for the rest of the day, but at least I was mostly able to function. Mostly.

This whole, trying to keep on going, thing is something I do often and it's not necessarily a good thing. I'll push on past tiredness to drive us home, I'll push on past feeling bad because - well - I have a work ethic and the children need their teacher. I'll push past pushing past because... well, it's what a woman does. BUt that's not listening to ourselves, our needs, but to the needs of others... and the demands of a situation.

Today I will listen. I will rest on the couch, or go to bed to take a nap when I have finished with these thoughts and meditations, I will I will continue the process whie resting. I will learn to be good to myself, and admit the deepest lesson - one I already know. "I am mot ivinvinble."