In this season of advent, I am focused on my breathing.
My monkey mind is all a jumpin' all around,
and all that settles it is breathing.
I vacillate non-anxious, non-attachment one moment,
well, stress, worry, wondering, persiverating on what is out of my control, although I do have input. I just don't get to know--yet--how the input is perceived.
I am grateful for the contemplative, quiet breathing moments.
I want to honor the worried confused part of me that feels like I am at the mercy of other's whims.
I want to hold that part of me, with my non-anxious self, and let her have her feelings......because if this were someone else, that is what I would do.