As a business owner, a woman, an individual, a mother, a caregiver—sometimes I forget who I am. I have found the anecdote is daily time in nature, practicing mindfulness. The beauty of this is I am gentle enough with myself to allow this to not include a certain place, pose or structure. This morning’s church was at Lee’s Travel Park pool. By myself, with the company of a mockingbird. Back floating, water-bugging, floating and watching this fella belt out one tune after another. A repertoire fit for a king or queen.
Perhaps he was waiting for a drink, or maybe simply bng present in nature–doing his job, singing his heart out. Caregivers often lose track of who they are. Our lives seem overtaken by the alien dementia that inhabits the loves of our lives. But a mockingbird can bring you back to yourself. Song can bring you back to yourself. Take time to listen for your Who.
Who?
