Returning

“As the ocean always returns to itself, love always returns to itself… And I do so with love on my lips.” – James Ronald Meanes

It is with joy in my heart that I am here at My Pink Home’s blog again. This is a homecoming for me. Health concerns necessitated a temporary re-organization of my time, attention, and life. It was a profound experience, and a bit difficult to explain. The sense of “being in the moment” I cherished and sought to live by was contested and expanded. Illness also changed physical parts of me, and uncovered a strength that managed to never quit, even when I had every reason to.

So when we are in a season of having to walk with broken shells in our shoes, let us take heart. There are lessons to be learned and new strengths to be found. May we hold on to the sacrament of the present moment, and give rest and sleep the places of honor they deserve. Tolstoy wrote in “War and Peace” that “A man on a thousand mile walk has to forget his goal and say to himself every morning, ‘Today I’m going to cover 22 miles and then rest up and sleep.'” Rest is not idleness. It is not something to be earned. We must walk the path that has been laid for us one step at a time. There is power in continuing on, and there is power in slowing down.

Let’s raise a glass of water and toast to new beach walks and baking in the kitchen. It is wonderful to be back.