I love a slow dance

slow dance

There are a few things in life that make me feel at peace; content; sated. This is different from happiness.  Happiness finds me and I find it often.  I am blessed in many ways.

And yet there are some holes I long to fill.  Gaps, if you will, of who I am, who I can be and who I will be.  And there is longing.  Searching.  Seeking.  Here are some occasions when I feel peace and I am committed and connected to my soul.  These are moments about me and I now realize the importance of savoring and granting myself these moments.

I love to soak up the sun. Sitting in the sun, with a book or magazine, but mostly my thoughts.  The sun permeates my body, soul and mind.  I feel at peace.

I love how I feel when I get into bed and I can unwind and feel the weight of my day literally falling off of me.  Breathing deeply, my muscles become relaxed and I melt into myself.  I feel calm.

I love a good book.  I relish the times I find a good book (and luckily that is plenty) and I can sit outside or snuggle up on the couch and read.  In that moment there is nothing but the characters I’m following and the emotions they invoke in me. I feel inspired.

I love to walk outside. And walk. And walk.  By myself, with my thoughts as my company.  I feel content.

I love a slow dance.  To a great song, with my head on his shoulder, tuned in to his heart beat.  One of my arms is around his shoulder, the other is holding his hand close to our bodies so there is no separation.  He kisses the top of my head, tightens his hold on me.  He may sing along, softly, and a soft smile will spread across my face. I feel loved.