The practice of remembering

Lately, I’ve been writing about remembering.
About returning.
There is this voice that I hear. The more I unplug from the many voices around me – the many distractions.
This voice grows stronger. Steadier.
It sits in my centre, like on a throne. And it is ready, at all times.
It is ready to bring me back.
To remind me. To let me know when I begin to drift.
It tells me: “No. That is not your way.”
It says: “No. We don’t go back. Those are old ways.”
It reminds me to return.
To come back.
To come back.
To myself. To here. To now.
To what I really know to be true.
It is my anchor. My lighthouse.
It says: “You have forgotten again. It’s ok. Just come back.”

Every time we forget, we can also remember. And we can return.
Breath by breath, we can begin again.
This is the practice.
Coming back.
And breath by breath, our foundation grows stronger. And that voice gets clearer.

Things will still happen. Feelings will come and go. We will have beautiful days, we will have bad days. But we can remember, and we can always return.
We can rest, knowing that there is a truth inside of us at all times.
It is there to hold us.
And that it will never let us down.


Wishing you a beautiful winter solstice. ❤

Author: Mia

We are all just walking each other home.

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