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A couple of days ago I was walking my dogs at 2 pm, it was midweek. I had a moment of joy as I felt the sun on my face and knew I had the time to let the dogs sniff and amble along. I wasn’t rushing anywhere. I had time to breathe. I had time to enjoy the moment. It wasn’t a day of nothingness. I had work to do – enough without being too much – but my schedule had space. There was something so expansive about the ability to pause and just be alive that had me filling up. Spaciousness in life is a sacred thing. It reminds us of who we are and what we love. It allows us to pause, to breathe, to listen, to re-align ourselves and to find thankfulness.
I count myself lucky. I didn’t always have space in my life. The things that disappeared first in my crammed schedule were unrushed relationships, and connection to the things I love most. I misplaced the ability to savour the joy I find in a walk, a cup of tea and the feel of sunshine on my face.
He who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead; his eyes are closed. Albert Einstein