Sitting in the Power Week 56

Our Universe

The world is full of chaos.

Everyone feels it.

I oversee my little universe.

You can too.

Practice self-care.

Practice self-love

And then share it with those close to you.

It May Not Be Convenient Poem by Julia Fehrenbacher

to take the detour, the

I-don't-know-where-I'm-going

wandering way. To stand a little longer

in sun-soaked arms even if they have to wait.

It may not be convenient

to press pause on a life

going wildly too fast—to go back

if you've taken too

many steps forward, to drink

a cold glass of water slowly—just because.

Don't let them hurry you. It is your pace you must find.

It's okay if you're late

because you need

to scribble down a few more

words, sing hallelujah

with the seabirds, hold her hand

just a little bit longer.

Let them wait.

Maybe today is the day

you'll light the candle, open

the good bottle of wine

write love letters in the sand

even though the tide will come

and wash them away.

Maybe today is the day

you'll see

that life

is conveniently right here.