An odd month.
A month of upheaval, in som many forms, in so many lives, not just mine.

I’ve been tired of words.
I haven’t written as much for myself, as I did in previous months.
I’ve deliberately avoided listening to podcasts, in instances where I would have just a month ago.
Tired of the words. Cannot take another word, another wisdom, another great idea triggering me to think new thoughts.

I’ve been tired. And sad. Sad
(And yes. Internally, sometimes, fighting against that which is. Now. Not wanting it. Wanting something else. And hence, pain!)

Instead of podcasts, I’ve listened a lot to Peaceful Piano.
Soothing tones caressing my weary soul.
Like a lullaby, rocking me softly, granting me peace and quiet, gently drying the tears off my cheeks.

And throughout it all, I’ve let it be. All of it.
Witnessed the changes within, and without.
Letting it all come, when and how it showed up.

Being gentle to me, is one of the most important things I can do, any given day. These days, especially so, as I’ve been in such need for it. And being gentle to myself is not done in one instant during a day. It’s more of a base tone, always there in the background, coloring my world with tenderness and care.

How grateful I am that I have practiced the art of being gentle for a few years now!

Welcome to my humble abode, where the underlying tone centers around being gentle to oneself. I will be reflecting on a monthly basis on what that means to me, in the moment, and this is one of those reflections. I hope you enjoy it. If you do, please subscribe to updates so you won’t miss out on future reflections.