If not rushing (insert busy/stressed) then what………?
What would my life look like?
How would I move through the world?
Who would I be?
How would others see me?
What would I feel?Is my life conditional, on the conditional approval of others?
Why not make my life a truth of who I am.
Not an adrenaline junkie looking for a high.
But where does that leave me….vulnerable?If not rushing then…..
I’m lost.
I’m a failure.
I’m not enough.
I’m not important .
I’m…..If not rushing then what……?
I breathe, I sleep, I rest.
I feel my body, I feel the aches and pains,
But also the softness, warmth and stillness.
I see the look of anguish on my daughters face and her moments of sheer beauty.
Just love me, don’t fix me she says.I smell the food, I taste the food, I feel it journeying inside me.
I see the swallow swoop to the lawn for a feather to build its nest,
And the grass dying for water.
I feel the warmth of the sun on my back,
While my work lies unfinished.
I am here, I am alive.
