How I do anything is how I do everything.
Welcome the Words
I heard this said out loud last year. The words stuck to me like velcro. I think about it every time someone leaves their grocery cart anywhere but where it goes. When someone leaves a pile of brand new clothes on the fitting-room floor, inside out. When a young girl who appears to be about 12 years old tells her dad to 'hold the door' for me while I struggle through with an arm load of stuff. And when I notice these things, I wonder if it is a reminder of a lesson I am destined to learn from these well-worn words.
Sometime last year, I locked my words up within. Writing only occasionally and floundering with my consistent journal practice. No wonder then, that I ended the year wondering what lessons I had learned. I wasn't willing to share the struggles and shine a light of awareness on the compromises and weaknesses I danced around most of the year. I neglected self-care of my deepest feelings and concerns. When did I stop trusting my words? When did I stop nourishing my soul?
It was when the new 'Busy' Body showed up!! New work schedules and new responsibility. I let 'Busy' rule my 'Relief'.
A very clear indication of how much I need to awaken my consistent journal writing practice is the constant beating of it in my chest. The words insisting to be expressed. That is my purpose, after all.
With a healthy sigh, I welcome the words of 2016. I expect that their consistency will lend consistency to other areas of my life where consistency is helpful and significant.
Sometime last year, I locked my words up within. Writing only occasionally and floundering with my consistent journal practice. No wonder then, that I ended the year wondering what lessons I had learned. I wasn't willing to share the struggles and shine a light of awareness on the compromises and weaknesses I danced around most of the year. I neglected self-care of my deepest feelings and concerns. When did I stop trusting my words? When did I stop nourishing my soul?
It was when the new 'Busy' Body showed up!! New work schedules and new responsibility. I let 'Busy' rule my 'Relief'.
A very clear indication of how much I need to awaken my consistent journal writing practice is the constant beating of it in my chest. The words insisting to be expressed. That is my purpose, after all.
With a healthy sigh, I welcome the words of 2016. I expect that their consistency will lend consistency to other areas of my life where consistency is helpful and significant.
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