In celebration of this week's wondrous spring weather, I've carved just a few moments out of the past three days to take myself on a walk. In all the time I dedicate to doing, and being, and moving, I'm starting to realize that little of it has anything to do with nurturing myself -- as if my only sense of self is wrapped up in what I'm doing and what I'm accomplishing. I need to spend more time care for me as a physical and emotional being.
And so on my walk today, around the perimeter of our park, I tried to take time to listen to the universe, to hear what I needed to hear, to allow my own being to say what it needed to say. Around that whole block, like a pre-recorded public service announcement, three words echoed in my head, rang in my ears.
brad. let go. brad. let go. brad. let go. brad. let go.
As if it were that easy. As if I know how. As if I even want to. As if I can even afford to spend a few moments each week to myself let alone each day. But learning and striving are what I do best.
me, brad, and sara at mom and greg's wedding july 2009
peace and love and letting go
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