“Your problem is how you are going to spend this one and precious life you have been issued. Whether you’re going to spend it trying to look good and creating the illusion that you have power over circumstances, or whether you are going to taste it, enjoy it and find out the truth about who you are.”
I finished a run and saw my landlord on the front porch. Our second floor tenants had been given a termination on their lease… I knew about this plan, but we hadn’t talked about our apartment. “I’m wondering about your plans,” I asked. “Oh, I was thinking August first,” he replied. I feigned calm and masked my shock with a quick exit. The truth is that I never would have planned to live in this apartment a year ago, but it showed up at the right time with the right roommate. I really wasn’t planning on moving this year. The windows are short, the carpet is older than God (seriously, it’s a terrible orange from the 70s, it’s gross). But that cocoon of an apartment has held friend get togethers this year. The smallness of my room comforted me as I rebuilt a life and a community. My roommate and I have spent many an evening past our bedtimes discussing life and love. Two years ago, I would not have said yes to this opportunity. Yet, as life unfolded, I said YES. TASTE IT. It has indeed revealed truths about who I am. That I am wired to live in community, that it nourishes my being. That I need much much less than I thought to find healing and connection and love.
Mantra: May I surrender myself to the circumstances in my life right now and enjoy life, deeply and richly, smelling all the smells of the universe and let it unveil who I am.
Journal Q: What am I tasting and enjoying in my life right now? What needs to be enjoyed? What is being revealed about the truth of who I am?
These Soulful Sunday blogs go out weekly on Sundays to be used as a place to step back from the hustle and bustle and explore what your soul might be saying to you. Some folks use these as journal prompts and let loose amidst pages. Some folks bring them to the kitchen table and jam over coffee. Do you, boo.