Bless the Sings

Many years ago I had a notebook and on the cover I wrote, “Bless the Sings.” I like that phrase. The word Blessings stretched open to remind me to bless (say thank you, notice) the sings (that which makes my heart lift open). This morning I remembered that this isn’t always easy. When plans and hopes are flipped upside down, it can be hard to see the brightness, hard to pause and receive unexpected gifts. Taking notice of what makes your heart lift and basically feel good is a practice. Strange how that is, but it is, atleast for me. As I wrote in my notebook earlier today with this inky new pen, I noticed this slight smile brightening from within. Using yummy materials that flow makes something in me sing. I know this is a tiny little thing, but in noticing how it made me feel, I became more aware and awake throughout my day. Something shifted. I wanted to clarify and bless more sings. I asked. What else do I enjoy? What actions? What kind of engagement wakes in me this feeling? Can I name them as they arrive each day?

It is always available, this unique unexplainable opening that moves my body in such a way that I know without knowing that I am tuning into where I love to be. This space. This place. Where I step into a rhythm and time opens its wings. I know it isn’t always easy. Some days it feels absent, some days overflowing, and some days a flicker in between. But I encourage you to continue. You being me and you being you whoever may read this. Continue. In any way you can- Bless the Sings!