It was a long week with a long, intense Sunday capping off the action. No rest for the... thinking, doing, loving. I want to turn my brain off but it's still making lists in different places (like my dad and his collection of post it notes strewn about his desk) of projects to be tackled, visions to be colored in and sketched out, dreams to be shaken, not stirred.
I have two unfinished posts, one about Paris which I was working on before the attacks. Now it seems uncouth and... well, deflated. I feel deflated. But I refuse to give in. Yet.
Tonight, though, I honed in on a little notion. The power of allowing. Allowing things to be as they are. Approaching work with this in heart and hand, remembering the magic of doing without claiming, of allowing without directing, controlling, commenting.
And exhale ::::::::::
Wishing you a peaceful week of productivity through loving allowance. No judgement needed, no wrestling with reality. Just being.
Love,
A
I have two unfinished posts, one about Paris which I was working on before the attacks. Now it seems uncouth and... well, deflated. I feel deflated. But I refuse to give in. Yet.
Tonight, though, I honed in on a little notion. The power of allowing. Allowing things to be as they are. Approaching work with this in heart and hand, remembering the magic of doing without claiming, of allowing without directing, controlling, commenting.
And exhale ::::::::::
Wishing you a peaceful week of productivity through loving allowance. No judgement needed, no wrestling with reality. Just being.
Love,
A
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