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We don’t get more gold stars for doing it the hardest way.

Meditations, Self Care, ,

This morning I decided that I will let myself walk only the flat surfaces of my usual route. Maybe do that twice instead of pushing, huffing, and puffing, and stressing my heart on the steep hill back up. Practice gentle long strides instead of doing it the hardest way – a lesson that keeps calling to me to practice, but merit-thinking is hard to release. So ingrained in me was:

“You have to do it the hardest way for it to count.”

WRONG! Not right thinking.

We don’t get more gold stars for doing it the hardest way. We find well being in listening to the pace of our souls, and body.

I’m headed out now for my longer, gentler walk.

The Junipers

Meditations, Poetry, , 
I am finding my pace here.
Morning walks with a glad heart, 
no shoulds of shaping a different me
Cool, dry air inviting, 
no heavy, moisture-laden blankets weighing me down
Nature every which way I look - geese, egrets, magpies, frantic swarms of gnats dancing in the hottest hours of the day, 
and two of the littlest fawns I have ever seen;
even a small birdie flies into our house. I rescue her with my hat, 
and return her to her home of everywhere - no walls or restrictions of a 180 degree life.
And God.
Yes, God.
Always God.
Walking with me.
Watching with me.
Pointing out to me the more subtle spider-web-weave on junipers, then,
reminding me that to think, 
with broken heart, 
of the unthinkable losses so many are facing this morning, 
is prayer.
Is Love.

It is all just so heartbreaking. I wish there was more to do. I pray for a blanket of Love to comfort all who are suffering.