My Favorite Moments & Other Things

Photo Credit: Alyece Fuller

I have found the most satisfying moments in my life are the small ones where I glimpse upon the silk and paisley curtain catching the wind as it carries through the screen.

Or when I stumble upon Sawyer, running uninhibited with great speed in a field of 12 chickens elegantly following behind.

The look on my husband’s face as he cuddles up to his beloved feathery friends, whom he is covertly teaching to give hugs.

I think about death often. At least a few times per day. I think about how temporary this life is and how the things I seem to let myself get wrapped up in are the very things that leave the mind of my future self. And if they don’t matter 5 years from now, 5 months from now, why should I give it 5 minutes of my time?

Or so they say…

We all know that’s easier said than done.

I find myself most alive when I am in circle with other women. Being witness to someone authentically sharing themselves with a genuine willingness to be vulnerable and real, is just about the closest thing we can get to the experience to God on Earth. It’s literally magic in human form.

Something I am endlessly grateful for.

It’s in those gatherings I remember who I really am. So much of who we are has nothing to do with the lives we’ve lived, but the nature of our truest essence. I believe our time here on Earth is about remembering that.

A wound I carry, that I hold the intention to heal, keeps me telling the story I am a woman that lacks follow through. But I am discovering that there are efforts you can take beforehand that will support you in how you decide to show up.

  • Know when to say no, and when to say yes.
  • Know when it’s time to step away, and take the appropriate steps to do so, sooner than later.
  • Know when it’s time to put the pedal to the metal and go for it.

These are things I have observed and am still putting into practice. The struggle is real. Being human is hard and I’ve had it relatively easy this go-round. I heard, or read somewhere, I can’t remember which, “only the bravest of souls come to Earth.” I think that’s how I find compassion everyone. There’s nothing about any of this that’s easy.

But. Miraculous all the same.