"A Woman in harmony with her spirit is like a river flowing. She goes where she will without pretense and arrives at her destination prepared to be herself and only herself."
- Maya Angelou
Lately I have been lingering in happiness; lingering in tranquil slow goodness that has found its way into my life. I don't resist, or bow out, but rather ask for open-mindfulness and curiosity. I have come to see that my real work is to listen and notice, and to be kind and generous with my heart. In short. . . to love.
I have learned to open the windows. For it seems that even in the coolness of winter, I ache to connect with the landscape around me. The rain, which falls relentlessly this time of year, nor the dark sky which surrounds me does not change my mind. All I see are possibilities of the next beautiful thing.
I realize that my soul is the window to my life and how it was repressed for so long. The air inside was stifling and I blocked any opening where light might seep in. But today, I keep my soul open and each day I wake for the purpose of noticing; for the purpose of love.
I arrange for each day to include a bit of closeness with him, along with laughter, friendship and kindness. But I also allow for time alone, preferably a walk with the dog. This dog, who is such good company, and does not step on my toes. He is patient and understanding as long as he is allowed to sniff. I am surprised at how often we come to a place in the road where we both need to stop, for our own reasons. He never questions my motives, but rather seems to embrace the opportunities it opens for him.
I question at times if this is real. I could worry about the possibility of waking one day to darkness. But that would only be a waste of my time. We get to where we are with everything we have experienced up to this very moment and we cannot change that.
Mostly, life takes my breath away. . .
have a magical week,