You know how we all have different days? Up. Down. Great. Horrible. Indifferent. Whatever. I rummage through personal solitude all the time looking for peace to just be with most of my days and what comes with the day. I challenge myself sometimes to enjoy the artful practice of surrendering all the stuff that makes me question what true peacefulness is. Yes...all of our days are different and sometimes it is hard to be with them. On those days whenever possible...I move with a slow deliberateness and take in what is before me. I am one with all my days and I learn to listen to what the day is trying to tell me. This my friends lies in the uniqueness of each day. Even if the day is mundane. On this particular day, Wednesday, February 20, 2018, I am being with an acceptance that I am ok and maybe tomorrow I may be slightly better than ok.
What does being with your days mean to you?