We make it so complicated sometimes.
We run from our pain, desperately hoping that if we put it in a drawer maybe we will forget about it, but we never really do.
We invent stories about future events that we have no proof will actually happen (yes, they might, but it will probably be different than the route you wildly imagined).
We judge people’s decisions, lifestyles, wardrobes, driving abilities, the list goes on and on…and ultimately we strip them of everything that make them humans just like us.
We praise our busyness and productivity without stopping to celebrate what our life looked, felt, tasted, smelled, sounded like over the past week, month, year, and instead proclaim that “everything just flew by”, all the while yearning for things to slow the f down for a while.
We feel lonely behind these screens, looking for intimate connection, when the people we love are craving for that eye contact, right in front of us.
After spending a few days in direct communion with Mama Nature, holy wow, I realized how far from my Self (with a capital S) I have felt this year. So far and yet….a simple deep breath, bare feet on the dock, hearing rocking waves against a sandy shore, laughter, and sun kissing my face. They all brought me right back into my soulful center; like a plug into a socket. I turned right on.
We have the power to un-complicate it.
To make eye contact.
To open our palms and sink into surrendering.
To whisper (or shout from the rooftops) “I love you”.
To tell them “I forgive you”.
To let go of “busy”, and “have to”, and “I don’t have time for that.”
To dance it out in your kitchen on a Tuesday at noon.
To honor that our humanness is showing too.