It is 11:30pm as I sit here listening to the rain fall from the sky outside my office window. I awoke when Riley strolled into bed with us not able to return to sleep. Instead of lying in bed awake with wandering thoughts occupying my head, I decided to get up and be somewhat productive. So here I am sipping Chamomile and Lavender tea from my Grandmother's green dragon china cup. She is close in mind and spirit.
A rapid flow of seemingly random thoughts occupy my mind... is it smart for me to play in the Park City Lacrosse Shootout this weekend? Will my hip and knee be strong and healthy? When should I launch my Monday Morning Meditation Series teleclass? Would it be valuable to have Conscious Conversations as a radio talk show? How can I best honor Kristian and my dad for Father's Day? When will my dream of building an integrative wellbeing come to fruition? How do I best serve others? What is the best use of my skills, experience, and wisdom in serving the highest and greatest good?
I allow these questions to simmer. I find myself drifting off - numb - in a sleepy fog. Maybe I need to return to bed.
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