Life is Blessed

Recently I've realized that with all of the adjustment to academia and stresses of single momdom I have forgotten the most important part of life - to connect to the Source of all that is good, the Source that emanates from within me and surrounds me at all times. With the loss of this connection to the Tao of life I have become more like the boulder in the bottom of the stream than the river that flows with ease above. I have felt underwater, stuck in a way that I have never experienced before. The only moments I peer above the surface are when I remember to connect to the Divine, remember to feel the blessings each breath contains, and allow myself the freedom to release the weight of my incessantly chattering mind. In these moments I move again, as though I am released from the mass of jagged rock by a silent miracle, and for a blink I am instead the water, flowing along with grace and ease. I've had about enough of the muck and mud at the bottom of the stream, I'm ready to feel the warmth of the sun and breathe in the cool autumn air again.

Today was one of "Those" days. You know the ones, where from the very get-go things are topsy-turvy and life feels more like a spinning, inverse roller coaster than the merry-go-round that Hollywood hypnotizes us into believing exists. It was a day when the feelings of the limitations of single-parenthood drove right over me, squashing me into the reality that I'm only one person, and there is no way I can do it all... at least not with grace and sanity. There is bound to be extensive road rash.