I have been trying to write a new post for the last four days. The words in my mind just would not flow freely via my keyboard. Probably because of the merging thoughts and to do lists cycling through my mind.
So, I sit and stare outside – watching the snowflakes swirl and flutter to the ground and listen, on repeat, to this song Shall Not Want. I am letting this song wash over me, remind me, let it stick to my soul, and for my spirit to listen.
Maybe we need more of this – a moment of stillness, to get centered. I am subconsciously making up for the last two years when everything slowed. I have lists (and a number of to dos) needing to get checked like Santa’s little helpers do on Christmas eve. I feel like the White Rabbit from Alice or am I Alice falling into the rabbit hole?
As I think and write about this, I feel guilty because mine are momentary troubles. There are others out there who cannot even make a list or look forward to tomorrow.
So, I welcome this hour, this time of silent reflection, even when my thoughts are all over the place. I recognize that I need to pause and appreciate what life is giving me. Trust that everything will work itself out.
I am welcoming the joy that rises within me as I write this. This hour is a reminder to be thankful for the small moments because they will fill up my bucket. Like the snow that continues to fall as they are kisses from heaven – each one special and distinct.
Vian Wheatley 