One thing I remember from past hard times, is that scary feeling I’d end drown because I couldn’t breathe anymore as my life was overburdened with my new responsibilities.
Many years later, I consider myself as a rescue. I don’t know why it has taken so much time for me to learn how to slow down. I was very busy and overwhelmed by my duties… maybe I found that way not to turn crazy or being ravaged by sadness…
But as I needed to move on and create my new life, it’s been obvious that sometimes a break in the rush was the opportunity to feel free, alive, quiet. Generally, it was a coffee time and a newspaper to read at the tennis clubhouse during the lesson of my kids, or a few minutes spent watching at the surf of the waves, from my car parked at the seaside.
These times were so peaceful, so made for me only, that they helped me a lot to build a bubble of light I could go back mentally each time I needed. Slowing down started to be my way of hanging on this life that had lost its E, and felt so orphan from.
So I started to breathe… not as you can imagine: stop the machines, wait a minute, have a glass of Burgundy and look at the stars in the sky… no… a pretty kinda time as: go back in my broken heart, mend it as I could, save pieces that can be yet, be careful with it, treat it, and let it get a nap… it was a soldier of love, so I had to be a good nurse for it. It deserved it.
What I did. Day after day, week after week, year after year I mended it alone. My duty of love. My reward for it, for being still alive and beat in my chest. This way taught me how to consider my life as a gift even it’s been hard. I am infinitely grateful to my heart.
I often see people who surround me, being in the rush, anxious, unhappy and full of bad thoughts. They spend their time fighting against others, a boss, an employee or report the economic issues of our french society ; they struggle against themselves as well. They are sad and get illness sometimes. I tell them: “breathe”… “breathe up you find out peace in your heart”… it’s not hard to do: you sit somewhere you feel fine, you go back in your heart to catch a beautiful memory, and you breathe it up you feel a bit shaky!
Take time for you: you deserve it. Breathe your inner power, your inner you, your faith in life, in you, in your angels who care for you night and day. Breathe love inside you, maybe deeply hidden since the time your heart has been broken by someone or something hard to live.
They’ll be there. All of them. Your guardian angels, guides, archangels. The’ll bring you strenght and peace, happiness and smile deep in the heart. Stay connected as long as you need, so you’ll feel it: a huge, wild, awesome wave of kindness invading your body and mind.
Be grateful. You’re on your path again!
love,
Jane