I was ready to write about something completely different today, but a word came in and wouldn’t leave. So here we are. After coffee and journaling this morning I found myself thinking, “How would I like to be amongst all that I have to do at this point? What would I like to feel? What energy would I love to bring to it all?”
This really expanded my sense of tenderness. Thank you. I will take that into my days now, too.
You’re writing oozes tenderness, Jo. A beautiful word to choose.
Oh dearest, I read this today with my eyes still wet with tears from seeing my first grandchild off to Japan for her first post college career move. Tenderness to self, struggling with the head and heart, pride and pain, as she spreads her wings (wings that I gave her momma and she passed on down) and flies off on her own great adventure. But dang my heart is just so heavy. Thank you for your beautiful words, they always seem to be just what I need at the time I read them.
I love how interconnected we humans really are. We feel like we're alone in all our feelings and struggles but we are all in it together, it just may look different to each of us.
I've been thinking a lot about my greatest life challenge the last few days and what keeps emerging is the struggle to be here now, to accept whatever is here now. Our mind is so great at mulling over past and "what if-ing" over the future. But we only ever find ourselves here now in this moment.
Thank you for the tenderness of your words.
Love the tenderness of your words, always ❤️
Beautiful 💞Love, love and more love
Oh you're good ( in so many ways). X
Jo, this is so beautiful. And you made me cry and it’s too hot to cry today. ❤️
Oh Jo, these thoughts...the word "tenderness"...all of it. I needed this today. Thank you.