The great disappearing month of December. No sooner do we turn the corner on November and it’s gone. Just like that, a new year upon us.
Amidst the busyness of the season, and all that it can represent for each of us, I wanted to share this short clip written and read by my youngest son.
He prepared it for his acting troupe to help them relax and refocus before their most recent performance. I found out about it quite by accident (the way Moms of sons sometimes do); he was running unusually early for rehearsal (typically an unrushed soul) so I asked what was up and he casually mentioned that he needed to get himself settled to lead a meditation before opening night. Then he pulled out a piece of paper with his handwritten words and read it to me in the car. When he was done, he slowly looked over at me and asked me what I thought. Dear precious son of mine, the parenting journey will involve many moments, some of them tougher than others, but these are the ones you’ll hold onto with both hands and feet and carry with you til the end. What do I think? I think I love you to the moon, beyond and back again.
With his permission, I’m sharing his guided meditation with you today (which he recorded for you) – maybe it will bring a smile to your day and maybe even a moment of peace. I know I’ve listened to it a few times.
Blessings to All.
Don’t you know yet? It is your light that lights the world ~ Rumi
photo courtesy of Li Dingzeyu