Whenever I think of all the buzz words for staying focused whether it's being in the now or flow, I always hear this quiet voice tell me to feel my body in my clothes and my feet in my shoes. And, I'm brought back around to the "here" to the "now" slowly & quiely.
One of my go to comfort memories is sitting on the back porch swing with my Grand-Pa. We'd sit out there and rock for what seemed like forever. He always listened and if I was really lucky he'd share family stories with me. It was our time.
I'm going back to my hometown for the first time in years and I sit here and surround myself with those mental photographs of the days my nephews and niece were born and holding them for the first time, those walks Mom and I always took in the fall to the library or that feeling of not being able to wait to get to Chicago because they had great zoos and museums. There are so many things I miss.
I wonder what I'll say what I step off that train and into my folk's house for over... well, it's been a long time. I've never really been at a loss for words, but so long ago I left with so many things left unsaid between us as a family. I hope I won't forget to say, "I love you." I honestly don't know what I will say or do after that... maybe that's all one can do?