Walked six kilometers.
Wrote a few words.
Let the winter sun rest gently upon my skin.
Closed my ears and listened with my heart.
Breathed with the trees.
Sat beside silence.
Released another handful of fear into the wind.
And remembered…
life is not asking us to become more.
The river does not strive to be a river.
The sun does not struggle to shine.
The soul does not need improving.
It only needs remembering.
All morning, beauty waited for me in ordinary things,
until I realized
it had been waiting quietly within me all along.
Kr
@thedankoe Everyone has their own journey, it’s part of the process second guessing, confusion, finding out who you are, what you want and developing perseverance/fortitude once you have clarity around your purpose.
Bring back:
Sharing a meal with loved ones
Having a picnic near a river with friends with no end time
Baking goodies for neighbors in need
Reading a book by the fire place together as a family
Listening to music together not not on our own in our own world
Talking on the train
Smiling at people on walks, in shopping centers
Walking over to your Neighbour house and asking for salt instead of ordering uber eats it
Have I forgotten something?
Flowers dancing in the wind are already beautiful on their own. With the addition of two children, the flowers seem to gain a spiritual aura, and the wind feels as if it has a soul.
@mysteriouskat Discover your God given purpose which can evolve and mean something different at different times bring your best self and build & cocreate with others to make the world better.