Staying Sane in the Midst of Insanity
we can remind each other
These days, more than ever in my 50 years of living, I hear people reminding each other to “Take care.” Not in the form of loose, superficial, say-it-because-I’m-supposed-to well wishes, but genuine words meant to remind someone that in these times of globally surfaced insanity, they truly and absolutely matter.
Chaos no longer lurks only in dark corners. Its face is blasting its scream in our faces, day and night.
In response, we actively remind each other that while self care makes our own selves feel better along this ruptured road beneath our human feet, it’s also true that if we don’t take care of ourselves, we literally add more upset, illness, chaos to the world. And that’s just not OK.
Today I’ll chime in with this supportive symphony and share —
What keeps me sane in a crazy world?
May the photos and words below ignite your inner fire of deep self worth, to bring more beauty to your moments of now, especially those that feel heartbreaking, heavy and far too hard.
I stay sane by feeling my body hike uphill as I admire beauty in the morning. Heart beating intensely in my chest with that first climb, eventually settling its rhythm in thanks for my determination to ascend, in communion, with Mother Earth’s divinely gorgeous body.
What else?
Eating healthy, delicious, locally procured food with my daughter and hearing her tell me at the breakfast table, “Mama, it feels so good to take care of my body!” To eat less sugar and more ‘strong body’ food and spend less time online. This feels especially sanity-saving since I spent the first 46 years of my life with addiction to food and sugar. Not her. Not my girl. Thank Goddddddddd.
What keeps me sane?
Accepting that we’re all existentially insane. We think and act like we’re separate — from each other, from nature, from God — such an apocalyptic loneliness is engrained in the human spirit. We are dying for communion. Dying to remember what The Child never forgets. Meant to fully feel our feelings, silly-dance with playmates, sniff rosemary branches and plead passionately, believing that our dreams can come true.
What else?
Dancing with people whose self love is contagious. Letting my inner child do very silly things on the dance floor because, ultimately, if my body dies tomorrow, I would like to take its last breaths feeling muscles sore from delighting in the ecstasy of dance.
And?
Watching two women, around 18 and 40 years old, hold 19-minute planks as our Pilates instructor and I cheer them on, amazed, with happy hormones flushing through my body as I nearly sob in total awe of the power in a woman’s body and our solidarity in choosing to support each other instead of competing with each other.
What else?
Hiking uphill admiring beauty again the next morning. Days that start with hikes are just better. Noticeably better. Flirting with flowers, feeling my body forgive me after all those years of neglecting her, inhaling clean coastal air that rolled inland overnight. Sanity, restored.
What keeps me sane in a crazy world?
Basking in sheer adoration at the wonder of a child. I feel like they’re all mine. Really, they’re all all-of-ours; as a collective, we all ought to be taking spectacular care of them — the ones still in their full-on child stage, and the ones within our grown-up selves, our Inner Child. However wounded or adored a child may feel, they are all utterly lovable and ought to feel downright, utterly loved.
And?
Having paid subscribers for my written shares. Knowing that somehow, someone finds my writing worthy of their precious attention, uplifting, important — enough to help me pay the bills for it.
What keeps me sane?
Eating great food again, and hiking and doing Pilates again, because all of it feels so damn good and grows my sense of hope for humanity.
Again, and again…
Repeat…
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Thank you for reminding us to stay balanced and make self-care a priority during this time of upheaval and transformation. We are very fortunate to have your voice and guidance to cut through the noise and focus on what's truly important.