care
October 16, 2014 § 6 Comments
More often than in my youth I find myself moving in a routine way, only to acquire an unwelcome tightness; small, inconsequential aches that slow my pace temporarily and draw my attention to uncomfortable, inconvenient limits. Each time these aches occur I find myself overwhelmed by a clarity of gratitude for my general good health with promises to better care for the body that will accompany me into old age; looking further than the present discomfort.
Similarly, I sometimes find myself caught in an unexpected unhappiness in the comfort of a relationship. Moments where I speak or act with such blindness of familiarity that I create a tenderness of insensitivity. Suddenly joy is bound by harm that restricts care in a moment of need with a crisis of selfishness. I scrape together words more mindful of their weight anxious to invite clarity and gratitude, care and consciousness to the language of love that informs compassion and commitment. Again, I look into the present more mindful of days to come.
Both aches are unseen, born of thoughtless, unexceptional gestures. I turn my body too quickly or speak without thought, creating a sudden awareness for a blind spot in my assumptions and a tenderness for care. Today I am thinking of little acts of love and patience that inform kindness in mind, body, and spirit for self and others. Days past and days to come.
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I love this. Reading it felt like reading the thoughts I never put into words.
Thank you. It felt like a very quiet consciousness, the kind that is drowned out in moments of ease.
It is the little acts that we often overlook. What a nice reminder for me today.
Little things are so often everything, the big things tend to clutter the landscape of our perspective. Wishing you many little reasons to smile today.
One of the benefits of experience is that we learn what NOT to do, both physically and emotionally. Memories of the hurt inflicted on self and others can often stay our steps, slow us down. It is generally for the better, though 🙂
I think sometimes even the wisdom of consequence is lost in a moment of distracted, emotionally driven busyness. With each tenderness there is a reaffirmation, a pledge to remember what we too soon forget.