Maybe You Feel This Way Too

Bringing Greater Intention And Attention

Life is happening at lightening speed. Our worlds are morphing one little nano-decision at a time.

Most of us don’t even pause to take notice and unfortunately amidst the rat race we miss a lot of life itself.

I’m learning and hopefully you are too to slow down. I’m learning to need less and even want less. Imagine that.

I’m just wanting more and more with time and age to keep it simple. I’m finding I have deeper gratitude for the little things. I’m finding more and more that a heartfelt conversation is more fun than a party littered with superficiality and obnoxious drunkards.

I’m discovering that slowly sipping a cup of lavender tea with a dear friend is far more soothing for the longterm than a glass of Wooden Valley Pinot, even though this pinot is smooth as silk, light with a taunting tease of full body-ness, bold with a touch of woodsy after tastes that tickle the tongue, dark as the ripest purple grapes, maroon-ish like the autumn leaves crackling under our feet.

The tea is far more tantalizing these days. It’s light and airy and its warmth seems to touch my soul in some cathartic way. It awakens more of the meditative state I’m after.

I’m being more decisive with how I spend my days. I’m taking them how I want rather than my days taking me.

It all is happening so fast.

We start being too fearful of what the world thinks and hanging more on the ledge of people pleasing rather than walking the terrain of life giving things like getting into nature. It’s this sort of thing that affirms the magical aspects of life.

I’m choosing who I listen to and who I offer my time to with deeper intention and attention. I’m honoring myself, my body, soul and spirit with more love and self-efficacy, i.e. self-care. Have You Started A Self-Care Journal Yet?

I’m pounding the pavement with more soft footing on the trails I frequent rather than a hurried pace that’s focused more on the finish line than the beauty that lines the trail up and down. I’m learning to bask in the stillness of the trees and the forest.

I’m slowing to smell the roses and pausing for the birds, and marveling at the trees being held captive under the soft blue sky in greater frequency and longing more for the crisp cold breeze that keeps me bundled in my merino wool.

I’m taking time to sit more in solitude and welcome in the expansiveness of heart that opens up in the quietude. I’m working to be more mindful of the beauty that still is in my immediate world irrespective of the enormous loss that I’ve suffered.

I’m being more in awe of all that is good and more in awe of being itself.

This is how I’m winding down the year with intentional unwinding.