Reset

I don’t know if the sunrise has been more majestic than normal the last two mornings. What I do know is I’ve noticed it’s beauty.

It is nothing new to get lost in the detritus of daily life. To have your days marked by an alarm that wakes you up too early and one that you reach over and set way too late each night.

Days and weeks, months and years can race by. Even decades.

In January, in a women’s group that meets monthly, Lisa Barrie led us through an exercise where we had to scribble down the one or two main events of each year over the last decade. The hope was this exercise would help us live with more awareness and intention into the next. I’m embarrassed to say I struggled to list much. I had to go back to the photos on my phone. As it turns out, a lot has happened over the last decade. How much of it was I awake to?

Spiritual practices, like some she shared, were developed hundreds or even thousands of years ago and yet, still have use today.

It was not a far reach to see how, women, too, when plugged into a collective of others dropping down a taproot into the rich loam of wisdom practices, hold each other up and even wake each other up.

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For that matter, what’s the point of this post? I suppose it is to say, left to ourselves, it is easy to lose track of the days and years and decades. And it is harder to adhere to the disciplines (whatever spiritual path you follow) that help you not do so. However, you might find, as I did this morning, that the harder path might also be the infinitely richer one.