Do you hear them too? I've felt as if they scream at me and say "PAY ATTENTION TO ME. GIVE ME YOUR ENERGY AND TIME!" along with the concert of other voices and areas I desire to give mySelf to, improve, turn beautiful, and invest in.
I'm not sure when the shift happened. I imagine it began from seeds my people planted in me. It was certainly cultivated by reading Simple Abundance by Sarah Ban Breathnach decades ago and nourished through recovering from loss and adjusting expectations of how life "should look".
At some point it happened though. Instead of being frustrated by the mess my life makes, I chose to embrace it...usually and mostly (not always). My dirty dishes means there was food for them...whoever I'm feeding. The laundry meant there were resources to clothe them and that they had a day to adventure in them.
There are parents who would give their lives so their children could dirty dishes and laundry. I know too many of these parents. Often, it's simply the progression of them moving into adulthood and they're not home to dirty your dishes...and you only see the laundry when they visit. No matter, the time is fleeting and precious....and I'm grateful for dirty dishes...and I hope to teach them well so they can wash them too, prepare good food for others and be thankful for the opportunity to commune at the table.
We have MUCH to be grateful for. I hope when you look at your sink, you can smile instead of frown. I hope you can see the pile with gratitude and maybe invite a companion near to help you...
I'd love to see your comments with pictures of your sink...
I'm not sure when the shift happened. I imagine it began from seeds my people planted in me. It was certainly cultivated by reading Simple Abundance by Sarah Ban Breathnach decades ago and nourished through recovering from loss and adjusting expectations of how life "should look".
At some point it happened though. Instead of being frustrated by the mess my life makes, I chose to embrace it...usually and mostly (not always). My dirty dishes means there was food for them...whoever I'm feeding. The laundry meant there were resources to clothe them and that they had a day to adventure in them.
There are parents who would give their lives so their children could dirty dishes and laundry. I know too many of these parents. Often, it's simply the progression of them moving into adulthood and they're not home to dirty your dishes...and you only see the laundry when they visit. No matter, the time is fleeting and precious....and I'm grateful for dirty dishes...and I hope to teach them well so they can wash them too, prepare good food for others and be thankful for the opportunity to commune at the table.
We have MUCH to be grateful for. I hope when you look at your sink, you can smile instead of frown. I hope you can see the pile with gratitude and maybe invite a companion near to help you...
I'd love to see your comments with pictures of your sink...
