I feel disconcerted, not anxious about any particular situation just not quite centered. Unable to focus on reading and unable to pull forth words from my heart to write, I take it as a cue to sit and pay attention to breath. In a matter of moments I settle into myself. It’s interesting when one is enveloped in peace the rest of their world follows in a cloud of calm.
I spend the evening outside. The cool air welcomes me like a new adventure, fresh, exciting, and filled with promise. I spot a praying mantis slowly making his way across the back of the house and fly off. Cricket song keeps me company while darkness creeps in and wraps itself around the tall pines. Luna dances across the sky, only showing about half of herself which is enough to light a path through the velvet shawl of night.
After regaining my tranquility, I wonder how I allow it to slip from me. Without asking, I know the answer. It is always when I get too busy to pay attention. When I’m not in a state of awareness I find myself on the river bank of life’s flow. One would think it would be enough to keep me mindful. The moments of now are what keep me centered. As I watch Luna pull back the stars as she passes through the trees, I am at peace.
Do you ever feel out of whack? How do you find your center when you lose it? What gives you a sense of peace? When you find your calm disappearing, do you find it to be from outside influences or from not taking care of yourself?