I woke up this morning with a sudden restlessness. After twenty minutes of meditation, the urge to move was so great that I had to stand and walk into the office. I felt a strong desire to empty my closet and drawers of things I no longer needed. Taking a few deep breaths, I let the restlessness settle as I felt my body ground back into earth and this moment.
First things first. Have breakfast, Kaveri. Take your daughter to school. Come home and get on the elliptical. Then practice some yoga. OK, now you are ready.
I carefully chose a few things from my closet and drawers I had been meaning to drop off at Goodwill or give away. A strange peace settled over me like a leaf resting on a bed of water yielding to its currents without distress. What was this contentment all about?
My daughter asked me to read Where the Mountain Meets the Moon by Grace Lin a few months ago. I kept putting it off for more ‘important’ things, but finally borrowed her Kindle a few days ago and finished the book today.
It’s a story about a girl named Minly who embarks on an adventure to change her family’s fortune. She begins the journey with one idea of good fortune, and ends the journey forever changed by the colorful characters she meets along the way, as well as her notion of good fortune. The story is actually several stories tied together by an invisible thread of kindness, weaving the tales into a warm quilt of love and what really matters.
I’ve often wondered what separates people who are truly happy from those who are discontent. Though there are many factors, I believe a big factor is a sense of enoughness, both internally and externally. I am enough. I have enough. My family, my colleagues, my friends are enough.
This doesn’t mean we can’t aspire for more, but I think it all depends on how you define more. Is it more money, physical objects, popularity? Or is it more heart?
When I’m gone, I know I can’t take my material possessions, my identity, my loved ones, even these words with me. But I do believe the love I have felt in relationships, the beauty, blessings, and benevolence bestowed upon me in this lifetime, will all somehow be stitched into my soul. In my next life (if there is one:), I will have the choice to listen to a child very much like my own daughter or not.
Mama, read this book!
The Universe offers multiple opportunities to drink. Are we satisfied, or will we continue to drink salt water, perpetually thirsty for more?
First things first. Have breakfast, Kaveri. Take your daughter to school. Come home and get on the elliptical. Then practice some yoga. OK, now you are ready.
I carefully chose a few things from my closet and drawers I had been meaning to drop off at Goodwill or give away. A strange peace settled over me like a leaf resting on a bed of water yielding to its currents without distress. What was this contentment all about?
My daughter asked me to read Where the Mountain Meets the Moon by Grace Lin a few months ago. I kept putting it off for more ‘important’ things, but finally borrowed her Kindle a few days ago and finished the book today.
It’s a story about a girl named Minly who embarks on an adventure to change her family’s fortune. She begins the journey with one idea of good fortune, and ends the journey forever changed by the colorful characters she meets along the way, as well as her notion of good fortune. The story is actually several stories tied together by an invisible thread of kindness, weaving the tales into a warm quilt of love and what really matters.
I’ve often wondered what separates people who are truly happy from those who are discontent. Though there are many factors, I believe a big factor is a sense of enoughness, both internally and externally. I am enough. I have enough. My family, my colleagues, my friends are enough.
This doesn’t mean we can’t aspire for more, but I think it all depends on how you define more. Is it more money, physical objects, popularity? Or is it more heart?
When I’m gone, I know I can’t take my material possessions, my identity, my loved ones, even these words with me. But I do believe the love I have felt in relationships, the beauty, blessings, and benevolence bestowed upon me in this lifetime, will all somehow be stitched into my soul. In my next life (if there is one:), I will have the choice to listen to a child very much like my own daughter or not.
Mama, read this book!
The Universe offers multiple opportunities to drink. Are we satisfied, or will we continue to drink salt water, perpetually thirsty for more?
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