As I write this, I am one week shy away from taking my first mini vacation in nearly ten months. Yet, “landing home” is not the literal concept I am referring to as I write this. It’s returning to one’s connection to the wisdom within.
Currently I have been working full time, enrolled in two additional coaching certifications, writing a book, trying to create weekly podcasts and this blog, and record additional meditations for various meditation apps. I realized how exhausted I am this week. Outside of taking care of my elderly dogs when I get home from work, all I can muster the energy to do is make dinner, watch a brief program on Netflix and try to catch up on sleep.
As I write this blog piece, I notice my mind begins to rhyme, and I further slow down, as my remaining words shift to a poetic pace.
I’ve been surviving
but not thriving.
Working, doing, learning
But yet not being.
Not breathing.
Then my weekend arrived.
It’s luxury.
I had no plans.
An empty space
For me to land.
Non-doing
Treasure in my
Pleasure of
Leisure
Of nothing.
Landing home to myself.
Warm rises by
The sunshine
And not the alarm
Grace and space
Given
To not do
No exercise
In what I had planned
For there are no plans
As I land home
To myself.
And that has made all the difference.
May we remember the gifts the pandemic did teach us, which is the ability to pause and embrace what is in front of you. Slow down, exist, be, and land back to yourself.
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