Return to Center
It’s too easy to swing out of balance during busy, stressful times. Too easy to let the negativity of others become ours, to forget we are free to
stop the race,
sing a song,
change our minds,
Sometimes we just need to stop for a few minutes, breathe, and do whatever reminds us of how it feels to be at peace. We need to return to center… whatever that looks like. We might find it in writing a note to ourselves and sticking it on the bathroom mirror, or in reading a couple of pages of a favorite book, taking a walk, calling a kindred spirit, chatting across the porch with a neighbor, or simply enjoying the art we chose to hang on our wall. Perhaps a hug will right our day, or maybe a puppy kiss. If we cannot be with a hugger or a kisser, maybe just gazing at pictures of loved ones, two or four legged, and remembering we love and are loved will be enough to nudge us back to center. The important thing is — take a few minutes to remember — we have a choice… to keep running or stop and breathe, and remember that feeling…
My life is so good
Sometimes we get a powerful feeling, but deep, way down at the core of our being, a knowingness not born in the mind, or even the heart, but in the soul. A realization occurs… the perfection of life just as it is, without desires and wants and cravings not really our own, built outside us, quite unimportant and without the power to make us feel true joy. It comes on so strong, so intense, even pungent… we can taste our own happiness and fulfillment.
When it happens to me my eyes fill with tears instantaneously, tears of thanks and gratitude for the beauty of my perfect life, completely fulfilled and at peace with myself and the world, unequivocally inseparable. What wonderment, what ecstasy to live in the freedom of peace, love, joy, happiness… to know I am free to do whatever I choose, always, in the moment and all those forever more, and to know that whatever I choose is OK, better than OK, grand, perfectly grand.
Oh, but these moments are few and fleeting, and try as we might, we cannot hold them as we cannot hold onto a dream when we wake. But try to remember them, draw a picture, write it down, extend the moment, capture the FEELING so you know it when it comes again. Know that it WILL come again. This is the real and true life, as intended, as one day it may be every day. But until then, paint that picture in the depths of your heart and soul, so you may retrieve it, savor it, when you need it to return to center.