Some days life is hard.
Not because of what has happened, but because of what could happen.
All the coulds and mights and maybes and what ifs.
Those can pile up on a soul and wear her slap out.
This soul anyway.
I’m tired, y’all. Between a headache for days and those doggone what ifs and might could happens, I could use a break.
Or I might need a nap.
Yesterday evening I saw this quote shared on Facebook–
“In many shamanic societies, if you came to a medicine person complaining of being disheartened, dispirited, or depressed, they would ask one of four questions: “When did you stop dancing? When did you stop singing? When did you stop being enchanted by stories? When did you stop being comforted by the sweet territory of silence? ” –Gabrielle Roth
This gave me pause. A long pause. And a good cry.
Suffice to say–it’s been a while.
On most of it.
I need to let go of the fear, as best as I can, and move forward, dancing and singing and listening to great stories again. I want to find the place where all that can happen. And perhaps most important of all, I need to find comfort and not feel trepidation in the moments of silence. I need to seek silence and embrace it and all that it can teach me.
It’s worth a try to attempt to find a relief from the weight of all the worries and woes of the world.
May you find a moment to dance or sing or find delight in a story and may silence find you and give you peace.
Love to all.