A few thoughts that have been kicking around my head lately.
One: The Yoga Mat
Textured rubber, coiled in the corner; a simple mat, waiting patiently—ready, at the shortest notice, to drop to the floor and help me regain balance.
I am reminded—on this earth we are not just minds but also bodies, and tending to one without the other is to deny our humanity.
Toes dig in, fingertips brush the floor, the others reach to the sky—feel the movement and stillness peel away layer after layer of sitting down, slouching over, stressing out, and giving up.
Two: Pen & Paper
That sound–a tiny, divine sound. The littlest skritch-scratch as tip of pen meets paper. And suddenly black, or blue, or red, or green warbles, loops, dodges and turns across the page.
The invisible made visible–magic.
Washing the dishes.
Seeing beauty in end-of-day makeup and greasy hair.
Realizing that a wall is only built brick by brick.
Finally laying a damn brick on that wall you keep wishing were built.
The title promises a secret–a trick. How to begin. But you and I both already know the answer, don’t we?
The only way to begin is… to begin.
We fall off on one side and then the other. We find our way back to the middle only to see it briefly; but it draws us back to itself again and again. By the grace of God, we begin to rest in it more often than we fall. We find balance.
There will be bad days: days when you fight your way out of a web, an entangling, choking maze–days when excuse begets excuse begets… utter nothingness.
But there will also be good days–days of clarity, stillness, excitement, progress. Embrace those days, and remember to thank Him when your pen meets paper and your arms reach for the sky.
And that’s why we begin… and begin again.