Sometimes, I forget who I am.
I get pulled into this world. Social media, work, things, stuff.
I forget to stop and breathe the cold December air. I spend time with Miles pointlessly scrolling through my phone. I make lists of things I must buy. I forget.
But then, a text from a dear friend reminds me. I return to the things that fill my soul instead of deplete it.
I start to do the things that help me remember.
I write gratitude lists and recall the worthwhile things I do in a day. I meditate and chant and sing and dance. I lean into the people living slowly and intentionally, with no care for the parts of life that do not feed their soul.
I get down on the ground with our animals, I tell them how loved and beautiful they are. I remember they are not here for long.
I pull my little one into my lap. I smell his hair and kiss his cheeks. I forget my phone even exists, and I just am.
It’s okay to forget, we all do. But please, don’t forget to come back.
More soon,
Bonnie Rae xx
For Nigel
Things that help me remember:
Reaching out to soul friends that understand
