Heart Strings

This month, I’m trying with all my might, to focus on BALANCE.

It is unrealistic for me to think I can actually hold my balance for more then a few moments, but life is all about Moments—- just ever evolving and changing energy around us—— the vision to hold this focus is more like a Star that points me in a direction that is aimed to nourish the ebb and flow of this energy…. Allow for pockets of my day to tune in, listen with a gentle ease, understand what my inner self is feeling so I can channel that balance.

Its small things—- doing a little less of this, a bit more of that. Cutting out the noise that surrounds me that I dont want to hear, keeping the journaling going, not overfilling that Mama Plate, being honest with myself of what I can and cannot handle in this Chapter.

Soft daily practices…. manifesting that vision of a present life. Moving with the Balance.

March has challenged me so far, more then I thought it would. My Son has spread his wings, the 1st of my kiddos to leave the Nest, and Im feeling like a chunk of my heart is just, well, missing. Its strange and unsettling- and thrown me completely off. We prepared for this day, counted it down on the calendar, but yet here I am—- a bit lost. Off that balance, off the practice, and clawing my way back of anything that can feel normal again. I truly feel like every morning brings a new cast of light, new warmth is there for us to melt into- I was doing so well, holding that Star Vision, moving with the rhythm, but its inevitable- sometimes we fall down. This morning I picked back up- walked under the warm sun, wrote my kid another letter, hydrated and scheduled out my week- Im giving myself this time, this almost grieving, in pursuit of the balance- the ebb to the flow.

Babbling in the Space is part of the healing, growth, therapy, and B A L A N C E for me. Its just mine. I feel that every time I get overwhelmed, the walls are caving in, I’m feeling like a “Bird in a Cage” for lack of a better term, or that I’m tipping off the edge, I can turn to words. My favorite playlist on Spotify, lyrics of those writers that speak to the deepest parts of me, my Journal, a Drive, favorite Poetry—- This Blog.

Here’s to checking the mailbox everyday, tending to that heart-sickness, putting in the work so I can still be ME for my other babes still here under wing—- He will do great, he has more strength then he knows, and by golly, even with all of these wobbles I feel of late, I am the most Proud of Mamas… -xoxo