I tell myself I ‘do this’ for everyone I love.
I tell myself that next time -I will rest.
That if I get through this week, I will be OK.
I lost count of the hurdles, the bumps and the detours.
And in the midst of another week and some random day, I can hear my soul whisper.
There really is another way.
I can see that I’ve been “counting “when I should’ve been listening.
The counting pushes me to the future… Listening allows me to be here.
Listening invites the pause.
And in the pause lives everything.