In the few quiet moments this week, I find myself …
I was going to continue that sentence, but the pen in my hand simply hovered over the page, stopped by I don’t know what… And unlike me, I heeded the pause. Finally, I decided—a period after ‘myself’ was the best end to that sentence.
IN THE QUIET MOMENTS, I FIND MYSELF.
That was the message I needed to write—to me, for me. (And maybe for you too?)
I like to think I’m a generous person, and I also need to remember that I have more to give when I feel grounded, solid, and strong—in myself. That in this quiet moment those words unspooled on the page feels like a huge gift. And I am grateful for it. I hope I remember to carry it with me every single day.
So, I give thanks, for so much that is good in my life, and in the world. And I hold hope, because I choose to hope, rather than to despair, at least in this moment—for more good, for more love, for more peace—in myself, and in the world.
In whatever way you want, or need, to answer—WHERE/HOW DO YOU FIND YOURSELF?