Remembering and forgetting and remembering again
My focus has been zero'd in on zoning out.
I forgot what I needed to remember.
I wrote on my last page of my journal and curiously started reading the first few pages again. August 2020.
I loved writing.
My own words, pulled at my remembering, my longing, long forgotten.
Time is discretionary here. August to December is long in the world of forgetting an integral part of how to release the words in my bones.
The last page is like the end of the year. Reflecting, remembering, setting new intentions or renewing my intentions.
It is the end of the year.
It is the end of an era in my life.
With only a couple weeks left as a mother of 2.
Soon to be a mother of 3.
The summer solstice been and gone.
Cresting the hill and ambling down the other side at the pace of an exhale.
So I forgot and now I remember.
Keep coming back to stillness.
Keep listening to my heart.
Keep flowing down the river.
Keep nurturing myself.
Keep forgetting and remembering these things.
Forgive the forgetting and run with the remembering.
What have you forgotten?
What do you want to remember?