Remembering

I am so busy. How many people are also saying this? It is Saturday morning, and I stop and sit in the fabric covered chair in the bedroom. I sit in this chair as a way to be still with myself, with the constant whirling motion inside of me. To be still, to rest, to step aside from the push, allowing the roots to deepen organically into the earth.

I light a candle and illuminate my being. I reflect: ‘How honest have I been with myself lately?’ Days pass, and I do not even know how I’ve been feeling.

What becomes important is remembering that I am part of creation.