“Don’t give it energy,” my mother would often say.
She was referring to our inclination to fixate; to attach the heaviness of thought to what should be a transient condition.
“Remember, what you think will grow…” And, she was right.
Like watering the seeds, our attention yields. Whether grief, sadness, mistrust – or, optimism and faith…the decision is always ours.
Which do we choose to invite? And which do we ask to stay?
Though the inclination may be strong, even a hurricane knows its rest. Let that be the test. Let patience be your focal point.
And, when you discover that these stories no longer bind – you’ll find the freedom you’ve sought for so very long.
What you think will grow…
In peace, my loves…
Namaste ❤