Do not try to save the whole world or do anything grandiose.
Instead, create a clearing in the dense forest of your life and wait there patiently,
until the song that is your life falls into your own cupped hands and you recognize and greet it. Only then will you know how to give yourself to this world so worthy of rescue.
Early on in the new year, deer-girl *(formerly known as girl-child) and I sat down and each wrote out a list of Things We’d Like More Of in our lives, and Things We’d Like Less Of….rather than the usual goals and intentions and Guiding Words.
My list is already under questioning — big changes are afoot, chez nous, and so things like stillness and free time are likely to be in short supply. BUT, I’ll still be drawing on my wish for more courage, confidence and balance. A hefty dose of mindfulness will also be required.
And I still want to let go of procrastination and fear and packaged food, though. ;)
January hasn’t been kind, so far….not quite so acutely sorrowful as 2018’s version, but still, there’s too much grief. People I love are struggling, people I know have been lost. It’s a dire time of year, and definitely not one for blazing about with resolutions and Grand Plans for Great Improvement.
So the slow and plodding January continues. This approach of ‘allowing’ has left room for conversations, started idly enough on the sofa with hot beverages, which then led to thoughts-not-before-spoken-allowed, and then the dreaming and the what-if-ing. Then there were dashes to the laptop to look things up and the eventual Family Meeting and now the Lists are starting….
…more on that as events warrant. ;)
For now, though, it’s about the teeny tiny steps and trying to remember not to rush things (I have a thing about wanting things done yesterday!)….and that Rome wasn’t built in a day, nor was it dismantled that quickly either. ;)…remembering to simply tend that clearing and keep my hands cupped in readiness.
And you, dear Reader, how fares your January? Gently magical, I hope.
back soon, (promise)
*We were out walking and she asked me what animal I thought she would be and I immediately knew she was a deer — sensitive and delicate but also strong and brave.
“They need to be brave to exist in the world”, I said to her. “Just like you.”