Every now and then, I (and perhaps you too?) get to a stage or perhaps its more of a state in which I seem to just need to let things be.
And so often, so very often, I fight it. Tooth and claw, with all I’ve got.
I tell myself,
I need to work through it.’Just keep going, push on.’
As if by hiding behind the facade of activity, this inexplicable need to just ‘be’ will fade away of its own accord.
Maybe because occasionally it does… As I convince myself of the action I need to take, I learn to believe that things work out when I work, hard and harder.
I convince myself that my worth and value is bound and tied up in the actual physical ‘doing’ of my every day to day.
The lesson I keep learning though, is that the joy and beauty of each of our valued worthwhile days aren’t that they are filled with consistent, persistent action, but in each moment that we allow ourselves to be.
The Joy and Beauty of Being
To be present and hopeful
Ever filled with wonder and appreciation
For all the moments that we hold dear to us
As well as the ones that silently slip us by
Our days of living, of breathing
Of gently hoping that each day
Is filled with treasured memories
No matter how perfectly ordinary they seem
And perhaps then we may one day learn
That in the calm of taking time to just be
We are truly taking time
To be everything that we may be
30 Dec 2017