My worry-stone is in my hand... its smooth, shiny surface is soothing so that I can focus on breathing... thinking about each breath...in and out... relaxing. I feel the slowing of my heart as it beats in my chest. The smell of the lavender candle permeates the room and it seems to float on the sounds of the ocean music as I sit in the darkness. When the world starts to take over my thoughts again I bring myself back to the darkness of the room by using the word stop silently and continue to think about the crashing of the waves. I say that word as often as I need to in order to keep myself grounded in this space. It sometimes feels impossible to stop everything that spins in my head... but I keep going until I am at peace.
Just A Thought: Traveling with Pomegranates by Sue Monk Kidd and Ann Kidd Taylor
"Help me hold the losses I feel, in my heart and in my soul, and not run away. Show me the ways of being."
No comments:
Post a Comment