I get in funks. Sometimes they're really hard to get out of. Today I think I figured out that the key is to move. Even if I don't want to, just simple movement can be the necessary shift. I was in a funk this morning. The kids begged and begged (ad infinitum) to go to the pool. The answer was repeatedly, "No". Then they spent a good deal of time cleaning their rooms, and worked really hard. I caved and took them, and it ended up being the positive shift that I sought. The kids' joy, the smell of barbecue and chlorine, the perfect breeze, dappled shade, armed with my camera, journal and a copy of Momma Zen ..... I found my center yet again.
What are the little things that are your happiness?
Nature, sunshine, the joyous sound of a ball against a bat at the park down the street...remembering over and over again that I am a being of love, light and awareness. Wow. That felt good! And now I promise to stop stalking your blog! lol.
ReplyDeleteI love it ... keep stalking! :)
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