Friday, November 6, 2015

A very still love.

Sometimes, it would seem, my very best version of loving myself means finding my own little space to be still. Sounds like such a lovely and simplistic concept, really. Do not be fooled...stillness take some very hard work.

Now. I need us to take a minute for a little reality check.

My version of "still" pretty much just resonates as less time screen time and larger doses of time in the sun. The noise level pretty much remains consistent in my version of "still" because hello, a million people live in my house. The waiting, needing, company in the bathroom type of noise... you bet... it sticks around. It is good to have those constants in your life right??

***Dear God, I am really not asking. I can't allow myself to think there is the possibility that others have that much less noise in their lives. Jade is not my color.***

Can you believe all that long ago quiet and calm of my inner most voice met me in the chaos?

What I had kept so shuttered for all that time, burst the softest light through my upstairs window one Tuesday afternoon...


 through all my windows it would seem...

the boundless possibilities overflowed in drifting currents...

masked in the gentlest of company...

and wrapped me up in the safest comforts of home.

Sometimes, your heart just craves connection...


 a chance to truly feel seen...

and loved for the beautiful person within that you used to know...

 Like a warm, gentle breeze...

"Still" renews.

It would seem I am back. With a clearer mind and a peaceful heart.

Cheers to that, friends.

The great catch up to come.

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