5.5.15 Our ship of life travels and glides and sweeps and sails

When difficult events come into our lives, the pace of life changes. 

Or rather, our perception does. 

It is so much more to digest than when life is wandering along, with its inimitable pace, with normal regular old hard stuff and sweet stuff, but nothing that feels enormous or looming or complex.

When the pace of life feels thicker, more unwieldy, it is such a wise compassionate thing to simplify whatever we can. Expectations of ourselves. Of situations. Of others.

When the pace of life feels so filled with so much, it is good to be kind and as slow as possible. 

To not be exacerbated or filled with worry when we lose something or forget something. An overburdened ship, we are, and it is good to remember that, and be thoughtful about it.

Our sweet ship of our life, maybe a ship we share with someone else, which travels and glides and sweeps and sails. Which meets up with quiet unmoving waters, or storms and swift buffeting winds. Which can list far from shore, or come so close we see every leaf and the eyes of each creature. All weather. All types of seas.

For this, it is good to be easy with ourselves, as we learn the ways of the waters and the moon and the winds. As we gather our strength and grow into our resilience.