Monique

Beneath the Weight of Overwhelm

Added 2017-07-03 06:25:29 +0000 UTC

This is one snapshot of a storm that passed over us at the Barnegat Docks while we waited for the fireworks at sunset.

Moments like this remind me to breathe and cherish the experience of being overwhelmed in spite of fear.

Change is imminent and the anticipation can be debilitating-- or it can be a catalyst.

It seems as though I finally gain a clear view of the horizon, I am swept up in another storm of complications. I do not pretend to understand the bigger picture, as much as I try to stand back and assess before reacting.

I simply keep reminding myself that I am the storm, and that I can only cause damage if I move too quickly and out of mindfulness.

I have a tendency, also, to take on cumbersome burdens. I thrive on picking up broken pieces, places, people, carrying them long distances, and putting them back together.

I need to remind myself that when a storm collects and carries rain to a desert, it can be a savior. It can also be an overwhelming, destructive mess.

Moreover, when a storm collects dangeous debris, it can hurl those things at random, causing irreparable destruction.

It is important to shake up the earth only where necessary, and to provide nurturing when/where I can.

I appreciate you bearing with me through this transition. I will be elaborating more on this, as well as updating the blog with other content on Wednesday.

PS. Thank you all for the birthday wishes. Your messages have brought a smile to my face.