Yes! I did it! Baby Bean (I'll call her "Bean" for now) is sleeping upstairs and I've worked up enough energy to get myself back to The Blue Room.
I've been thinking about the meaning of namaste - the way we end each yoga practice, hands to our hearts, head bowed, honoring ourselves and each other. This Sanskrit word has a truly beautiful meaning...
Namaste = My soul recognizes your soul, I honor the light, love, beauty, truth, and kindness within you because it is also within me; in sharing these things there is no distance and no difference between us, we are the same, we are one.
Above baby Bean's bed, there's a painting of the seven chakras.
I painted it when I was seven months pregnant with her. Every night I put her to bed, I look up at it and then at Bean and truly feel the weight and significance of namaste, like I've never felt before. I don't know if I'll ever create anything as important or amazing is the little Bean; I don't know if I'll ever feel the same exhaustion, confusion, joy, frustration, bliss, fear, love all rolled into one like a did when she made her grand entrance into the world! She is me and I am her. So when I look down at her every night and then look up at this painting above her, I finally get the meaning of namaste.
