what does devotion ask of me

The most important thing about art is to work. Nothing else matters except sitting down every day and trying
— steven pressfied, the war of art
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Today is an exercise in pause. 

Today is a long inhale and a long exhale. 

Today is stop, wait, be here now. 

After another late night accompanied by bedtime tea and watching the overtime of a football game that I couldn't care less about and picking open a heart wound that has never fully healed, I collapsed into a deep, restorative sleep. 

Resisting the frantic feelings of too much to do and now I've slept in and people who are getting busy about their business don't have this kind of loosy goosy life and get. your. shit. together. Cynthia, I came downstairs reaching for comfort and for pause. Give me a moment to return in my mind and my heart to the grounded space. 

I made a cup of pour over coffee, added coconut almond milk, and poured it into the blender for a few whirring seconds ... frothy coffee comfort. Yum. Simple but makes all the difference. It feels like a treat. My oldest son showed up with a bright good morning and I knew today I might be gifted with conversataion full of his interesting thoughts and questions. All it takes is showing up at the table, being open to listening, pause. Be here now. 

What next, I asked myself. The day is getting on and I do have some errands to take care of this afternoon. In this small space of time, what do I want to do? What do I need to do? What does my devotion ask of me? 

This year, there is only one answer and that is this. This showing up at the table,  at this laptop, navigating my thoughts, throwing down words as breadcrumbs. I need to remember. I need to re-member. Put myself back together. 

Dreams and schemes are rising and falling fast and furious within me. I am pulling together gatherings and journeys and offerings. But it all ... every bit of it ... starts here ... with the devotion to meeting myself in the writing of words. Oh hello there .. it's nice to meet you ... how have you been?

I pour another cup of coffee and yes, it is frothy coffee comfort again. I light the candles and I write. 


Tell me, what is your devotion this year?

Where are you putting action to intent?

How are you showing up?