The flows of life make me realize that sometimes breathing is enough; the hum of life sufficient.
The hubby and I had a beautiful vacation in Santa Marta, Colombia and Bogota, Colombia.
Our cabin was right on the beach, we were lulled to sleep by waves crashing onshore. There were hammocks on our porch, we spent a lot of time reading and relaxing. We rode horses on the beach; mine got stuck in the wet sand and threw me off. I drank many litters of freshly made lemonade. We ate fish and the fresh-est of food. We visited Parque Tayrona on motorcycle and walked through armies of ants, mud, and swamps and saw so much natural beauty. We spent time with family and friends in Bogota, Colombia.
And the day we arrived from vacation, tan and happy and relaxed, we put our cat to sleep. The B-Man is no longer with us. I was never his favorite; Evan was. I struggled, I miss him, our home feels quieter, and I want another feline. We spent a week coming to terms with what happened, emotionally and financially. I was exhausted and getting to work was difficult enough; I let food and exercise fall by the way side.
There is a lot going on and to handle the complexity of our life, I’m cutting back on food expenditures. I’ve been cooking grass fed beef for lunch; it’s yummy. I’m going to say no when I want to say no and I have; slowing down the hum of life isn’t easy. I need time to think and I do that best when I do what comes naturally to me; exercising, reading, writing, and being still.
My retreat within will energize me to face life with greater strength. Even though I have no control over the future, taking life, one breathe at a time, is all I need, to be okay.