We can talk for hours and still have few answers since some answers are impossible to uncover. But it’s still good to talk it over, to feel the comfort of an I don’t know, and a Me either.
In the middle of all the change and growth, the pain and grief, there is more than enough I don’t know. There are days to be stuck in that and days to let it go. Being stuck doesn’t mean staying stuck. We change despite ourselves, especially if we are well loved.
And aren’t we always, if we’re really paying attention?
If you can’t always feel something, it doesn’t mean it isn’t there. If it goes unsaid for a time, it is only unsaid, not gone.
There is someone near me who needs help, I’m going to go give it. Can you feel that? The way it heals to move from Self to service? It is so easy for me to stay stuck on all the stress and struggle. It would be so easy to ease all of that pain with a simple reaching out of my hands. Do you remember the way it feels? To reach out with untethered kindness, no strings attached? The way all you’ve been carrying slips off the ends of your fingers and away…
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Service is really the best answer to stress. It’s the best way for me to get out of my own head and see what is really important.
Calling you today. For real this time ;)
Kim recently posted..Great to be EIGHT!
This was a turning point week for that for me. Service. Release from self. Praying for it for months, and I can feel it happening. And the obvious thing that I was missing is that I have to act to make it come true. I have to help. I have to show up when I don’t think I want to. I have to trust in movement instead of my habit of just sitting there reading and ruminating and hoping. There is so much stuff that I have allegedly “known” or at the very least should have known for years and years that is just coming into my consciousness. I’m so grateful for the new knowledge that I can change. I can actually change.
Remind me I said this tomorrow. ;) Love you!
Laurie recently posted..Cousin Number One
Your piece today brings to my mind the words of Rabindranah Tagore
“I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted adn behold, service was joy.”
By the way, I am linking to your page with my own freewriting. Here it is. Thanks for the opportunity.
http://gingerbreadwoman.org/2014/07/01/just-write-the-room-i-need-el-espacio-que-necesito/
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