Today, I Want to Sit Still (And Maybe Channel My Inner Dog)

There are days when the soul wakes up before the body does—usually around 4:17 AM—dragging the rest of me into the consciousness kicking, screaming, and, in today’s case, cradling a migraine like it’s a precious, unwanted gift from the gods of tension and bad posture.

I opened my eyes and immediately knew that today would require backup. Not caffeine—no, migraines scoff at caffeine—but something gentler. Crystals, maybe. Incense. Silence. The kind of silence that only comes when you sit still long enough to hear your breath instead of the calendar screaming at you in Outlook alerts.

So I lit a stick of frankincense (because lavender felt too optimistic) and let my intuition guide me as I laid out the crystals—each placed not by instruction but by some inner whisper that said, “This feels right.” I sat among them like a priestess of procrastination, hoping their quiet energies could buffer the noise of the day. I closed my eyes. I meditated. Kind of. Mostly, I just tried not to think about the to-do list that started its chant the moment I woke up:

Workout. Respond to emails. Start working on the framework for a new workshop. Do laundry. Go to the store. Be a human.

But here’s the thing: I don’t want to “be a human” today. I want to be Koda.

Koda, our dog, currently curled into a crescent moon of canine bliss, has life figured out. He’s not worried about productivity, inbox zero, or whether the laundry is forming its own civilization. Koda’s just being, sleeping, and snoring gently. Occasionally, he twitches his paws like he’s chasing dream rabbits in a meadow where deadlines don’t exist.

And me? I’m here trying to remember how to breathe and sit still without guilt, elbowing its way in. I am trying to remind myself that not every day must be conquered—some days must be survived gently and gracefully.

So today, I permit myself to let the world swirl outside my window while I stay here, grounded and still. Surrounded by the scent of smoldering incense and the quiet company of quartz and amethyst, I choose peace over productivity, rest over rushing.

The chaos will wait. It always does.

But for now, I sit. I breathe. I let Koda be my spiritual guide in the sacred art of the nap. And maybe—just maybe—I’ll learn more about how to live without letting life run me over like a Mack truck driven by my To-Do list!

Blessings,

Judy

©️2025 Musing by Judy Gallauresi