Breathe. Breathe. Slow myself. Slow my heart from racing. My mind from spinning. My Self from tumbling. This roller coaster has taken an unexpected turn. My palms sweaty and foot shakey, the motion in my mind coming alive in my limbs. Where has this fleeting courage come from? Where was this match that struck my world hiding? What will be left in the ashes of this growing bonfire for me to sift through?
My, though, how warm it is. On a cold and frosty eve, how I welcome this familiar glow. Radiant heat spreading to every corner of my life. As my heart thaws, it is rejuvenated. I stretch. A gentle tug at the seams — careful not to extend too far, fearful to tear the threads.
Be still. Be patient. Enjoy.
I would suspect that it is a hug from one of your children. This may be my own background coming into play. I know this is how I feel when I pick my daughter from school. She rejuvenates the weary. It is not that I don’t enjoy what I do but all moms can relate to the joy their own child brings to them. I know it warms me to hear her yell “Mommy” when she is playing outside at school. I love to see her run to me and give me a great big hug. The knowledge of that little life looking up to me makes my heart swell.