In recent months, I have been drowning in the flood of my own life. A “perfect storm” of work, parenting and volunteering put me on my knees. I had a plan. I really did. But then those unexpected and unlikely events started to hit.
Every time I turned around, another (medical, staff, tenant, dental, roof, appliance, plumbing…) issue hit. Again, again and again. I thought this time I was going to break, thankfully I had help with the materials and equipment from http://profoam.com.
Then last week my daughter climbed into my bed after a bad dream. I was still awake, lying in the dark holding back tears of fatigue and fear. She crawled onto my stomach, her limbs falling past my knees and over my sides as she drifted back to sleep.
I looked down at her in the dark, and just like that the storm passed. Only one thing actually changed…me. My heart could finally be heard above the screaming in my mind.
I let go.
Last Thursday, when an actual storm ripped my roof open, tore siding from my house, and knocked the power out, I lit candles, put buckets out to catch the water, locked the windows, and cuddled up on the couch with my child and fell asleep in the warm glow of my home.
A home isn’t a house. My house may very well fall down around me one day, but my home will always be warm, well lit, and open to the people I love and who love me in return.
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How beautiful. You certainly know your priorities! And you will always have your own private room and bath in my home if you should ever need. I think the ‘air’ has made things rather challenging for many of us lately.
Be well.
sweet baby girl
Beautiful!
It is interesting how our hearts change and then our world changes. We are not the center but our viewpoint does influence how we perceive it. Glad you got your center back.
Thank goodness for those moments! You turn them to poetry – in your heart and your actions. 🙂
Tears are flowing…thank you for sharing!
Squalls. I like to think of them as squalls. Storms can last a while but squalls keep it short. You weather storms well, my dear. Remember, if you’re going through hell …