The unseen wheel is always turning while we grind away on the day to day. This is so easy to forget. And such a relief to remember.
In the last couple weeks I’ve noticed how pervasive this idea of catching up is throughout my whole life. Not just with work projects and tasks or with friends, but with everything.
It’s true, the day is more accessible and sweeter when my life is ready to take a break.
A vicious cycle of apps to optimize my time and practices to mitigate my stress. I had become the epitome of a busy body filling in my life with busy work. Why was I so busy?
Six months after asking the question and just one week after my 26th birthday when I had set out on this solo roadtrip, I found the answer of how to let go of my mom.
While the path getting here has not been easy – the path to rest never is – I bet it would have been a lot easier if I had always remembered the Sabbath day by keeping it holy. Moving forward, I do.
If self love is actually love, which is always there, and when devoutly paid attention to automatically generates caregiving, then setting the New Year's intention to simply follow my being every moment of everyday, will lead everything in my life? Now, that's deep.
Sabbath is a gift that everyone has already been given, though for most it sits unwrapped.
After ~50 retreats, I know this: the immeasurable value, the magical insights, the deepest knowing – will always show up. What was "The 51st Retreat"?
There was a series of decisions that had been quietly forming for at least a year, probably three, maybe my whole life, that lead me onto my first retreat.