I’ve been trying to nestle into a new place of peace these days. A lot of changes are happening. Good changes, life changes, uncomfortable changes, stunning and exciting changes. During my prayers this week, gentleness with self and others has continued to rise in my thoughts. As a woman of colour, sometimes I find if hard to tap into my ability to be gentle, specifically with myself. Perhaps it’s because we are programmed to be stronger than we are soft. Or maybe it’s a defence mechanism to constantly be on edge and high alert.
This week, in particular, I have been letting tenderness win. I’ve been intentionally enjoying my moments of self-gentleness. Not pushing them away or walking around them, but acknowledging that I don’t constantly have to be resilient. I can let go, I can submit.
Today I found myself longing to be back in Cuba, on the beach, surrounded by the massive and unmistaken energy of the sea. I was reminiscing on being welcomed by the sun, the wind and the intense presence of God.
Even the best of us need to be reminded that all strength requires softness. Everything big and major needs some sort of balance.
As I age, shift, and walk through life, my goal isn’t to always get it right, because I haven’t and I won’t. The intent is to live a life that is intentional and gentle. My prayers have been encouraging me to be present, to find balance in the big stuff, softness in the strength.
Happy Thursday all 🙂