Breathing Amidst the Busyness
It's been quite awhile since I sat at my keyboard and just let the thoughts flow. Writing is my healing strength. It's so important and I have been neglectful. I get so caught up in the trappings of the world and I forget to breathe. I forget to heal. My journal has been calling for me and due to the demands of work and life, I've been ignoring the call. Why? I've been pondering that very thing tonight. When I write, I SEE CLEARLY! Maybe I don't want to see what my heart is leading me toward. There is so much to be grateful for! My 95 year old paternal grandma has beat this COVID virus with a big stick. I have always admired her love, courage, boldness, and strength. She is goodness and tenacity in human form. Love with spunk! My Mema (my maternal grandmother) held my hand and rubbed my arm and tried to speak to me a couple of days ago. I knew she knew who I was, at least I choose to believe that. She raised her eyebrows and hummed and ...