Posts tagged #stress

yolk (n).

2416a54044d3476b0b73d4549d748bf9Every once in a while, if I'm not careful, I realize that this heart has collected eight thousand impossibilities, all of the worry of so many things out of my control. I worry about the world and what it will look like when our children are our children. I worry about talents that haven't been graced to me. I worry about earth quakes and car crashes and terrible fires. I worry about being voiceless. I find most often that I am worried about my future self, that I will run away from myself and sleep away the next eighteen years. I am afraid that I will get lost in a dreamless sleep. I am afraid I will forget how to wonder. I am afraid that I will never learn to love. And funny, this fear always sneaks up and engulfs me when I have been running to hard, fighting too much, clinging to desperately to make things happen; it happens when I am tired and doing work that isn't meant for my hands, when I have forgotten to anchor and be still and honor the heartsong ringing in my ears.

fret (v).

 

63045aaebe1d7a981fe342ee63e5d812This morning I went down to the lake, I sat on the stones, I watched the boats come in and out of the harbour, bows tilting toward the open water. And all these heavy things I carry around on my heart that anyone could hear in my sigh and see in the creasing of my forehead, I laid them all out in front of me. Stretching them in a row, I began to ask myself, "In a decade, let alone a year or even a month, will I still be worried about these things? Do I still want to be carrying them with me?" And just one or two I picked back up and put in my pocket for further review, and the others I left at the shoreline, because the only thing you should bring back with you from the beach is the kiss of the sun and maybe some sand.

 

ritual (n).

0fe2763f32bd08431e8208c9b16af018And if, at the end of the day, you feel lost and broken, or if you climb into bed and everything you've worried about is now sitting on your chest like an intrusive, fuzzy, overweight cat, congratulate your weary soul on working so hard that day, recall even the smallest victories of the day (the bed was made! You ate something healthy! You were kind to a stranger!), and keep singing, "it's going to be okay, it's all going to be okay."

mannerism (n).

a89a082b2809d30320dce9c7cf177284You've brought it to my attention how often I let out a heavy sigh. It is not that I am troubled or worried, it is simply that I tend to have an unusual amount of impossibilities astonish me throughout my day. Do not let it concern you, my mind gets swept away for just a moment in the heavy things but I always come back with the tide.

Posted on March 12, 2013 and filed under the word project-.