It could happen at any moment. At the library one afternoon chatting with another mom, lying in a hospital bed after a heart attack, mowing the lawn, making some tea. It could happen at any moment, really. This bumping up against the sacred, of wonder.
Sometimes it happens when I am with my kids, Nico sprinting out of the bathroom double-fisting my tampons and ripping them open as fast as he can. Me, catching up to him and registering (in a moment suspended in the air) his pure glee.
It happens in the shower, but not if I ‘m thinking about it. It’s something that finds you. A moment of clarity, of truth, a crisp moment of awakening.
Once, it happened when I had lost it, utterly, with the boys and I had crumpled on the ground at Nico’s crib. I cried, then laughed hysterically. “I give up!” I said. “I give up!” And they both climbed on top of me, delighted.
I want it to happen more. Maybe that’s why all the soul-searching, the coaching calls, the joy classes and the telesummits. I want to live there more of the time, in this place of wonder, of surrender, of joy.
Things that have been rocking my world these days:
One of the BEST stories I have ever listened to: The Gold Ring by Jeff Greenwald (on my new favorite radio show Snap Judgment)
What I know about Weight by Rachel Cole. Awesome.
Jen Lee’s Finding Your Voice course. SO freaking inspiring.
Everything Color me Katie does.
So much wisdom in this post by Kate Swoboda: Love letter to the world
My boys (pictured above) of course.
A quote I heard today from Frank Ostaseski: “This sacred is hidden in all things. To see the sacred is to gradually remove the obstructions, that which blocks our capacity to see what is already there.”
The brave, engaged and open community over in the Cultivating Courage class. It has been such a heart-opening experience over there. Thank you guys~