Would they notice if you laid down your head instead of making the dinner?
Would they notice if you didn't hit send?
Would they notice if it all fell apart, piece by piece, as you were putting it together?
Would they notice if the apples weren't picked, the laundry not washed and the floor un-swept?
Would they notice if the words stopped flowing, the knitting left in the basket?
Would they notice if you left the lights on?
Would they notice if the pages went unread or unwritten?
Would they notice if you stopped, just for a day?
Every time I feel overly whelmed I think about a story of a man who decided to stop writing his blog for a time. Having quite a large following he assumed that people would notice. He said that only one person wrote to him, wondering about his absence. In my own interpretation of this experience I see that it taught him to show up in the worlds that he is present in in ways that fed his own spirit first.
When I make dinner it has to be about the chopping, the smells, the way I feel as though I'm giving love to my family and myself through the act of doing. Because someone won't like it and someone will spit it out and someone will eat in 30 seconds and ask to be excused.
When I write my weekly letter it has to be about the words, the connections, the act of being present with myself and you, now. Because someone will unsubscribe, hundreds will go unread and someone will wonder who the hell I am.
When I shut off the lights each night it has to be about the sacred closing of space, the ritual of easing into the quiet of the house and the dark around. Because all other someones would sleep with lights on.
Being noticed feels beautiful and warm and affirming; and yet we won't always be noticed, the way we hope, for how and when we show up, for the small and simple tasks we do or the great ones.
To be seen our spirits guide us towards the simple every day ordinary and grand life changing doing that we choose to be part of.
We must notice first.
Once we notice we become filled with our own delight and wonder at how truly blessed our time is here. This is the beautiful work. To learn to let our spirits guide us into being present and here, now.
Will you start to notice just a little bit more before looking outside of yourself? This is letting your spirit guide you.
With love and spirit whispers,
xo
