Sweat dripping down your spine. Pulse fast and strong enough that you can hear it in your ears. A shallow breath that you can’t catch up with. Rushedness. The dim edge of discomfort.
Perhaps a familiar experience. Perhaps a foreign one. Your body’s working hard so you can get to class on time or make the flight that is boarding or catch the taxi that is about to pull away from the curb.
You make it. You thank whatever god you believe in for slowing time.
You finally get to soften into a plush chair or feel the sun’s rays touch your skin or breathe deeply.
You are held gently by the Earth, despite your smallness within it. The relief is immense, you feel suspended in that moment of gratitude, pausing to give thanks. The sweetest lull where everything seems to fall silent, and all you hear is a faint “you’re welcome”.
When is a time that you have been suspended in thanks, in wonder, in reverence? Please comment below.
This Spotify playlist I curated might help you access that feeling: suspension
This is part of a weekly thread I will share to prompt curious discussion and conversation.
Just barely making our flight to Naples after sprinting through the airport with a tiny child's suitcase that kept clipping my ankle!! The ultimate moment of suspense and fear only to discover there was no one on the plane and they would have definitely waited for us...perhaps a lesson in time management, perhaps a lesson in trust. :)
Just barely making our flight to Naples after sprinting through the airport with a tiny child's suitcase that kept clipping my ankle!! The ultimate moment of suspense and fear only to discover there was no one on the plane and they would have definitely waited for us...perhaps a lesson in time management, perhaps a lesson in trust. :)
Getting to share the row with you was what I was most grateful for.