Tonight, it is late and I am journaling/journeying. Listening to some calming chants, kittens underfoot and b. close by.
This has been a week of stripping, refining and its still not done.
However, I have dug to the root of my dissation-disconnect. A deep disconnect with my hopes, community and grace. These things fold and hold me. I don't want to live such a me focused life.
Not that my wants and needs are not important but they were/are becoming the most important things about me. That's not how I'd like things to be.
So, I'm giving myself some slack,trying to find quiet space and humor. It's not perfect but it is the a legacy of living that start right here in me.
Starting here.
Right here.
Amongst the mess.
The rubble.
Aches.
Twisted yarns.
Open yearning.
Healing songs.
Imperfection that sends shivers through my throat.
I Won't fight life.
I'll just Be.
This has been a week of stripping, refining and its still not done.
However, I have dug to the root of my dissation-disconnect. A deep disconnect with my hopes, community and grace. These things fold and hold me. I don't want to live such a me focused life.
Not that my wants and needs are not important but they were/are becoming the most important things about me. That's not how I'd like things to be.
So, I'm giving myself some slack,trying to find quiet space and humor. It's not perfect but it is the a legacy of living that start right here in me.
Starting here.
Right here.
Amongst the mess.
The rubble.
Aches.
Twisted yarns.
Open yearning.
Healing songs.
Imperfection that sends shivers through my throat.
I Won't fight life.
I'll just Be.
Some slack is definitely in order sometimes. Thank you so much for sharing this reminder not to fight life.
ReplyDeleteI read somewhere recently that when we finally let go of the rope, we are free to be. We set free the "shoulda, coulda woulda's and focus on the present and breath in the moment.
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