When I walk I feel the action in the muscles in my legs. They are strong and they like moving. They’d like more of that. Going outside breathing air pungent with tea tree, salt, and pine, my mind relaxes. Noticing my unnecessary and tiresome thoughts, I let them go.
Keeping it that way takes some doing but I’m practicing. The stress of the past few years is like a snowball rolling downhill, picking up speed. Coupled with our own private ones, it has made life intense. Response is everything.
Listening to my body is helping my mind. It has been a process. In slowing down my thinking about how to react to the events in my life, I’m finding the stress is leaving. Finding myself sinking into a question feels right. And finding myself not fighting for being right, or against being wrong, is very... satisfying. Not knowing is A-OK. Waiting to respond is the perfect response. Painful regrets tugging at my mind? I’m choosing to put all that in the dungeon, put it in an empty canoe and push it away, saying, “that’s enough, now, Dede. Take a walk, go smell something.” Won't it be great if I can keep this up?
It is Sunday, a day of rest for some, and a celebration of motherhood. May good new things come to you.
Passion, new adventures, success, and good luck to you, says The Ace of Wands. And I do, too.
~Dorothy Dolores
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