i am sensing a theme
showing up
through my day
calling to me,
waiting for me to notice that it has been following me like a shadow
if i would just

and oddly enough,
that's what it is...
it feels like something is trying to tell me
to slow down,
to pay attention.
to stop rushing the day by, the hours by, the seconds by...
{they will go by fast enough on their own}.

i woke up this morning to snow
so heavy on the tree branches
and a muffled almost silent world,
everything tinged blue.

and even though my normal routine is to rush, rush, rush out the door
this morning
i had to stop
and get my camera and
document the wonderment of this sudden silent snowfall.

typical rotten monday things happened
but then i came home and this was in my inbox
i went to yoga
and the instructor told us about breathing
about slowing down
about grounding yourself
and, although i am sure she tells us that every time,
this time,
i seemed to really hear it.

i came home and ate a salad slowly
by myself
without the tv on
only music in the background
and a little bit of lamplight...

i stopped in to lose myself
for a moment
in the vast internet
and opened a page to read this and
almost looked over my shoulder to see if
someone was stalking me, following me, waiting for me
to finally

and i love, love, love what she says
about her yoga instructor
who said
"forget next and remember now".

forget next and remember now.