Once a month, my friend Aimee let’s her friends talk about something near to their heart. This month it was my turn to write her a little guest post.
Hop on over to see what I’ve picked and to read through the creativity roaming in www.aimeesiegelcreates.com.
Take a chance in your uniqueness.
Burn your boats.
Eyes to the west and hopes to the skies,
Continue your search further inland.
Grounding each step deeper into your truth,
Faith as your guide.
Unsettled in another’s dream.
We move and move and in our moving collect debris.
The frayed strands of relationships.
Our wandering hopes.
The crumpled notes.
They snag our jackets and cling to the souls of shoes, waiting for our stillness.
A moment of rest from the rush of wind to settle in.
So that the pieces of life can enter your skin, transitioning from the weight you carried to finding their place in your body.
Everything in its place.
Each breath you draw is an opportunity that didn’t exist in the one before.
In your thousands of thousands, how many do you notice?
We walk with our eyes shut tight, stumbling over these continuous occurrences like tree roots.
If only we had been aware.
We don’t allow our hearts to be fully alive. To have our eyes opened. To see miracles as they happen.
And we are always in the midst of the miraculous.
We were created for passion. For adventure and life.
We will continue to miss out if we do not live in this breath.
Take your breath.
See it for what it is.
A new possibility.
Life and grace.
As hard as you push and lean into the wall, it won’t move.
You are not ready.
Preparation is required.
Time to be adjusted and refined.
Learning to handle your own weight before taking on the next.
This time is meant to be sweet and revealing.
Mark each step with a willingness and see how the next falls in front of you.
Life is made for passion.
To be found fully alive,
Perched in joyful exhaustion,
Spent by curious wanderings,
In search of open space to roam.
To question, fail and try again.
To strive, achieve and enjoy the journey.
To have our hands covered in the work of the day.
Patience is the problem.
Innate urgency makes us ready to act,
To be the one holding the starter’s pistol,
To look for movement and forget everything of the present.
But life doesn’t understand urgency.
We lose confidence and control.
Control that is too often mistaken for peace.
I’m reminded to hold ambition with open hands,
Palms to the sky,
Knowing that life bends to the one who made me.
So I stumble in my efforts to fall in stride.
Each morning stretching,
Each breath one at a time,
Waiting for the first step to be called out.