This is a season, I keep telling myself. Breathe. Eyes forward. It’s a season chock-full of holding on and of letting go. A season of contradiction – beautiful contradictions that have me holding my breath. Lasts and firsts. Honoring commitments, responsibilities that leave me nearly without breath; and then in the next moment, wanting freedom to run, to fly away and follow my wildest dreams. Roots and wings. This is a season. Big thoughts. And even bigger feelings. Goodbyes and hellos. And I am holding my breath, reminding myself that I need to breathe.
Sometime in the last year, I shifted into a new morning mantra. In the soft and subtle muted light of the table lamp, I wrote in my tattered dogeared journal, Today I will love myself well. It was a gentle tiding, a comforting reminder that I was worth loving....
The saying goes: “April showers bring May flowers,” and really what it’s saying is: “April hope brings May joy.” But actually I think the saying was a way to appease, to calm, to relieve, to pacify. If we just suffer through this month of rain, we shall be rewarded...