To myself I...Surrender

A reminder on days when it's too damn hard to make sense of the outside world...

Who matters most:

Family
Friends
Spirit
Myself

What matters most:

Love
Health
Authenticity
Pride
Acceptance
Generousity
Kindness
Patience
Gratitude
Honesty

Thinking 'bout heaven

 

Two days ago we received word that an acquaintance had suddenly and tragically lost his significant other. While my heart breaks for him, I am also reminded of how very blessed I am. I have my Moon and my two beautiful children. We have our health and the love and support of our extended family and friends across the world. Life is so short and unpredictable. Today I am grateful to have at least one more day to cherish.

Restless soul, enjoy your youth

I've come to the conclusion that my soul is inherently restless (see yesterday's post).

This week I've been working on some exercises in meditation and the practice of "wordlessness". It's not working. Not even a little bit. Ok, well maybe the verbal wordlessness is not such a problem for me (I can happily go for hours with little to no conversation), but to quiet the mind and the constant chatter going on in there…

Yea, that's a whole different animal completely.

Practice makes perfect. 

Deep breaths.
Pearl Jam. 
Solitude.

Every day, even for a few minutes.

Don't you think you oughtta rest?

I had every intention of using this weekend to simply relax.

Regenerate

Refresh

Renew

But I am restless and bored and feeling the pull of the glorious sun calling me to come out and play. To soak in the rays and ingest the energy of the outdoors. I'll probably regret it. My entire being - body, mind, soul - needs recharging. In the past, that meant sleep and mindless television marathons spent on the couch. 

Not anymore.

Something has shifted. I'm not going to fight it. It's the year to YIELD. And I fully intend to do just that.

I'm stuck in line

This is my commute.

Every. Single. (Week)Day.

One hour into the coffin office; one hour home. Not exactly how I want to be spending precious moments. Life’s too short to be sucking exhaust fumes for 10 hours a week, right?

This is where I am. I’m stuck in line.