I am, as many of you know, back from an outrageously beautiful, magnificent, brilliant and magic month.
Every year, we close my consulting and coaching firm for the month of August. Most Augusts I have happily, or exhaustedly, spent the month alternating between the daybed on my side porch and the hammock hanging about 25 feet away. I know I am lucky to have these beautiful spaces, and there is great joy in my quiet, reflective, restful time here.
This year, however, was different.
This August started with just over a week in Belgium, because I somewhat jokingly asked a dearest who was cat sitting there if they wanted company. She said yes, so I went.
I headed home because I had BRUCE tickets, and I can’t miss a BRUCE concert.
Then I headed back to Europe to attend a beautiful gathering of European coaches in southern Sweden, across the road from the Baltic Sea, and added on two days in Copenhagen with a friend, two days in Stavanger, Norway on my own, and five days in England with “mates.”
I absolutely know how lucky I am to have had all of these experiences and moments, and I absolutely am now doing a bunch of sitting still to let the joy and beauty of all those experiences and moments sink, sink, sink in.
Life is hard, as said Scott Peck decades ago. And life is also beautiful. Life is moments. Moments of being present. Moments of feeling my feelings. Moments of allowing pain and grieving to flow through me. Moments of absolute joy.
Today I am opening again and again, and more and more, to the absolute joy. The absolute joy of people, places, and things. The absolute joy of Loving With All My Heart. And the absolute joy of being present with myself – feeling all the feelings; grieving when I need to; accepting, allowing, letting go; loving and caring for myself First Most and Always. Breathing deep and knowing I am here. I am well. I am getting stronger and stronger.
And I am in joy.
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