Doing What Comes Naturally

I haven’t been here for awhile, I know. And used to be, I’d complain about how busy I am, how I don’t have time to be, barely, and how I am in the thick of it.

So a re-post. Because I thought of the below the other day, and how my mantra of “Keep Going” is alive and well.

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You do what comes naturally. Hug your children, cook your meals. You spend several year-long minutes tying a knot because there’s beauty in the details and comfort in the time taken.

You lose yourself alone in the quiet, possibly humbled, laid low and bare. Not speaking unless there is something to say. You find yourself gentler with your daughters; instead of yelling when they enter your bed at 3AM, you take them by the hands and rub their backs until they drift to sleep. You remember what it’s like to be you, a child herself, standing in the hallway outside her parent’s bedroom, scared to go in, scared to stay out. The memory brings you mercy and relief.

You investigate your soul, plumb its depths, tune its strings, and realize that it knows where to go, you just need follow it.

It’s not always going to easy, you tell yourself, this newfound but well-worn knowledge of going where you’re led by your heart of hearts, your gut compass, your third eye. But you go there, because what else is there to do. But listen to the faint music swell inside, untie your knots, do what comes naturally.