It’s a new Monday and new chapter in my life.
I’ve been told by the Universe to take a break; rest in what is.
It’s funny to hear that these messages are sent in ways we may not always appreciate—-
though I appreciate any message from Thou.
If I hadn’t mentioned it on here, I found myself in the hospital a little over a week ago.
Patterns of language spilled across my skin reading, BE HERE NOW.
This I didn’t see as normal so shortly after, I was on medication.
I’ve learned I’ve been moving too fast, which sort of frustrates my active nature.
Things do happen divinely and I’d be a fool to push it any further.
It’s a new week and I wonder whose eyes this will fall upon.
Last week’s post was on the concept of Being Here Now. Funny synchronicity don’t you think?
Now I am forced to face what I’ve brought upon myself.
Rest, I hear. Rest.
This week I’ll be diving into my newly created garden, tending to my plants.
It is my expression of self-love and care.
I will also be writing daily and reading more when I can.
More literature, more on the nature of Zen, more to cure my spirit.
Work will fall in between, leaving me more in love with the process than before.
Be Here Now, she tells me.
And so I listen.
I wonder how your week will follow;
if you find that sense of stillness in the trees
or cars that pass by.
I wonder how it’ll be and I wonder if you’ll share it with me.
Oh, will you?