I have it figured out. I have peeled back every layer of the onion until I got to the kernel of my core where my deepest fears and deepest desires reside.
As Parker Palmer says, the soul never loses its original form and never stops calling us back to our birthright integrity.
Only recently have my learning journeys shifted from having a deep focus on growing in toward an emerging focus on growing out.
Just as a sanctuary can be one’s home or favorite park, we can create sacred space and times and practices and rituals anywhere in our lives.
I know that my body and my heart are communicating with me all the time. And yours is as well.
To be in flow throughout life and not only one day a week, I imagine life needs to look differently. A lot less doing, I bet.
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.