I awoke on day three of the master cleanse to Eric and Marysol snuggling. After some laughs they headed off to town and I slept till afternoon, not wanting to think of cleaning for Chanuka or the fact that I’m not eating. It was hard to do my weight exercises but I think some of my fatigue was not of the body but of the mind. Beyonce pandora station on, I powered through half an hour. Then I tried new eye gel pads and relaxed. It was harder to be around food tonight, but once again it was just a craving for chewing variety, not hunger. After work, after midnight, I thought I would put off getting the studio ready for the holiday. But a nesting instinct struck with a willful power.
Four hours of cleaning, organizing, re-decorating and moving furniture ensuded. I am tired but happy, particularly with my new writing space and the blue and white lights circling the window. I also think I distracted myself through the cravings. Day three and a third of the way done, I took care of myself today by attending to my physical environment, like a bird busy building a nest for the new life to come forth. My space is set for the cleansing me, for saying goodbye to this year and welcoming the new one at the conclusion of both the cleanse and the holiday. But not yet, for tomorrow I will paint an accent wall pale blue and later light the first candle. In my fresh nest.