There are times in our lives that are heavy. We are called to shoulder weight that we may not feel strong enough to carry, yet we rally and we make it happen, every day.
I was called out this week for not regularly posting on this blog or writing more than my monthly submission to a local paper. The question was with all that’s happening in my life right now, why wasn’t I expressing it and sharing it with others through the written word.
It is true that pure emotion usually results in great writing. When one is falling in or out of love. When fury kicks in and rage pours onto the page. When feelings are heightened to a state of euphoria or madness. Yes, I have been there yet these days, I don’t feel much at all. It is merely a constant push with little time to mentally process all that’s happening or reflect upon what I’m feeling because life is heavy – and carrying it well has resulted in a wash of productivity veiled in exhaustion and numbness.
Yet today, running an errand, a cardinal passed me by. That cardinal sat on a branch and looked my way. I couldn’t help but be reminded of the symbolism cardinals have, wondering if a deceased loved one could be paying me a visit. If you’re spiritual like me, you’re nodding right now.
That cardinal grounded me, reminding me to breathe and be present in that moment. It refreshed my spirit, and I drew strength from it’s presence. As I looked through the trees, many now barren of leaves, I could see things I hadn’t before – a reminder of what the approaching winter months can offer us: the opportunity to pause, reflect, and savor the season. A reminder that no matter what life throws our way, we can endure.
No matter how heavy life can get, seek moments of wonder. And if you can’t find them, they may often find you.
I’ll be writing again soon but for now: a daily thought, a point to ponder, and a soulful reflection to close a long day and sleepless night.
