One of the things that fires up my internal pressure cooker is when time is a ticking and I have a commitment to be somewhere / do something etc. There is nothing like watching my teenies daydreaming whilst attempting to put on their coat and shoes to send my temperature soaring and my best parenting intentions out of the window.
No matter how much I have chatted to myself about this; how much I have reminded myself that being kind is more important than being on time; or how their slow pace is so blissful and wise; I can get triggered over and over.
Then I read ‘Outrageous Openness’ by Tosha Silver, a stunning reminder of the perfection of divine flow. Jam packed with anecdotes and stories, each one a jewel on its own yet, from this book, they have also become part of the glittering aura that has surrounded me since.
I have been here before, I have sat midstream in total trust of the universe and I have watched and felt all unfold in perfection around me. But for some time now, I’ve been sitting on the bank of the river, knowing it’s there and also forgetting how to swim. Tosha brought it all back and more, not only am I swimming again but aided by a life jacket that enables me to float should I ever forget again.
And now? Now what happens when I wake late and need to get two kids fed, dressed and out the door?
Now, time stands still.
I am trusting the timings of the divine and I am rewarded with extra minutes, extra moments. All is well.