Skimming and Skipping Across the Surface of Our Days

Photo of the author by Elizabetsy Paulson

Many mornings it feels like I put on my water skis, pick up the tow rope behind the speed boat that is my mind, the motor revs and I am once again skipping and skimming across the surface of my days.

But sometimes, with engines full throttle, I simply let go of the rope and gently sink down into the heart of  the deep, silent weightlessness of being fully present in the here and now.

I feel myself relax as I rise to the surface and float in the serenity of the moment, waiting, knowing the boat will circle back soon enough to find me.

Mammaste
There is so much divinity in the everyday.