There is calm in the mind but too often it is behind the noise we create.
I find myself with a few minutes of just me but in that can I find calm of mind or is it littered with stress, worry, thought, the panic of the unknown? More than likely the time of calm is too easily filled with chaos.
This little one can be full of the energy of a thousand horses but yet his mind and heart when tended are the happiest and calmest I know. He finds joy in the simple moment of his sister finding the camera, and if I have a heartfull I can also find calm in the interaction.
I wonder how we create stress over calm though, why chose the pain over the joy?
But yet, I know how easy it can be to stress. I often find myself in the moment of crisis, what decision should I make, what is best for the team, how can I serve then most? Worry and stress so easily flood my heart.
None of it is real though.
The reality is that the stress and worry is part of an imagined future, one not yet created. I then realize the worry and stress is for nothing, the worry and stress can wait.
One of my favorite poems as a mother ends with:
The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow, for children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
Babies do not keep and nor does life. The stress and the worry we create are not our reality, but rather a distraction. To be blunt but true, if you are stressed but your life is not in danger,
you have created the stress and can simply say
“this is not real”. Calm the mind, see it clear.
For now, take a deep breath and clear your mind. I think the coming weeks we can work on what to do after the “this is not real” and the breath. There is no rush, there is only the right time, the right day, the right moment. We may not know the when, but let’s trust they how and the time.
Live Heartfull as you breath and think upon the ease of a calm mind, the peace of an open heart.
Be calm, be you
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That was lovely. Thank you. I was a dear friend of your Aunt Sharon’s. Miss her and hope she is at peace.
We have a room in our home that speaks to me in Aunt Sharons way. The sun comes in just the right way and the plants make the most wonderful flowers. Her spirit lives through each of us.
I have been reading your posts. You are an exceptional writer. I am a friend of your Moms and I have known her for many years. I look forward to your posts and engaging in this journey to perhaps learn more about myself.