Beautiful mystery

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I feel tired. Weary. It is bone-deep and my spirit wanes. Ever been there – when all you want to do is curl up in bed and sleep. Well, that’s me, and I did just that.

My usual thinking self asked, “why?” Practically I can point to work, to my responsibility as a parent, a daughter and the personal will to achieve as possible causes.

Intuitively however I know these are not the reason. Frankly, I don’t know why. And I don’t need to know why. This weariness is a sign, of change, of transition, of transformation, perhaps. It is incumbent upon me to put the thinker/problem-solver me to rest for now, and call upon the nurturer, the carer who says “go easy” and the spiritual one who whispers “time will tell”.

There is much I would like to do, much to accomplish, much I ought to do… But there is no need.

There is nothing that cannot be put down or pushed back a little. Slow is necessary in this fast-paced on-demand world. Time and tide waits for no one, I agree and the presumption is “no one” is indeed in the race with time and tide. Slow is relative. We can step off the tracks, or choose a different race, or not even be in the stadium. We can have space. If only for a while.

What I can be is to be present in this moment; and within each moment to make the best decision I can. To be mindful to do so with kindness and compassion, for myself and those whom I come into contact. If all I can do in the moment is to “do no harm” and if that is all there is, I am grateful.

 

As I make my slow pilgrimage through the world, a certain sense of beautiful mystery seems to gather and grow. ~ A C Benson

 

~ FlorenceT

 

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I lay to rest #writephoto

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So it is
I lay to rest
amidst the green and
nature’s arms,
to reignite the love
once had but now
dimmed in concrete
jungle of greed and
despair, temporary
haven from the cries
of need and wants;
I now lay weary
to the call of peace
and my heart’s grace.
~ FlorenceT

 

This is a response to this photo prompt at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo:

 

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Come away from the din

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‘Come away from the din. Come away to the quiet fields, over which the great sky stretches, and where, between us, and the stars, there lies but silence; and there, in the stillness let us listen to the voice that is speaking within us.’               Jerome K Jerome

 

Today, I choose to leave… to come away from the din.  Away from the hurtful conflicts, the competing noises, the draining demands, the lingering doubts.  

And here in the silence…the stillness…I listen to the voice within saying, 

STAY…

REST…

YOU ARE WORTHY.

Will you stay and rest?

In stillness,
– FlorenceT