The pace at which I'm learning to live in the moment is at the same pace as my skiing- slow and guarded.
I am still trying to forget the trying past and hold on to the cherished memories.
I am more understanding of the notion that things had to happen, the way they happened, for me to be more aware of my words, my actions, my thoughts and my feelings.
I am discovering that it is a journey that is very hilly and yet, it is giving me exactly what I need to re-learn how to walk upright again.
I am, and continue to be, a work in progress; absorbing the good, learning from and letting go the bad.
I am a never finished sculpture.
And I am grateful for that!
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