Running, running…lists of things to do…deadlines.
Only minutes until my departure…no time to reply.
My husband reminds me to breathe.
The pace of life seems to be picking up speed.
I’m a one-thing-at-a-time gal at my best.
That’s when I’m happiest.
Always looking over my shoulder to see if the avalanche of to-do’s are catching up to me.
The joy in low tech, savoring each moment, each hug, every smile.
My husband reminds me to breathe.
I used to be the one reminding him.
Zaldy Infante
breathe. and then do. it’s funny how we never consciously think about our breathing patterns.. when we finally get that revelation, it changes everything. our outlook becomes clearer. thank you for reminding me!
Diane Spencer
you’re welcome. I remember the morning that came to me…I was logged in to this site, wishing I had time to view and comment…to connect with the world at large. Connecting in a new community setting, such as this, is a new endeavor for me. It’s challenging just to give enough attention to the physical presence of family and local friends. Yet there is great value in the connections made here as well. Even when I cannot step into “the bubble” for a visit, I carry it with me as the works here have touched my heart in many ways. And I encourage others to check it out!
Many blessings to you and your family, Zaldy. Wherever we are and whatever we’re doing, it’s all about the love. Many things you’ve posted have reminded me of that.