Waves of Balance

I dreamt that I was resting. What a thought, to rest and not be run ragged for a change.

Is that you too?

I was in the grass on a blanket I was laying on shifted in my moving. There was an icky worm I suddenly noticed underneath me. I was startled, I sprung up, removed it. Thinking, how long was I sitting still on the grass to get so nestled that Mr. Worm could feel safe and squiggle underneath me with no fear?
Rest is good, but time comes for change too. Seasonal change. Shift is in the air. ‘Tis Spring and a new balance.

Balance in my days.

I balance on my heels daily. Click, click, click to my chair, the smell of my coffee. The daily routine.

I balance in my tree pose. Stretching and being still. Relaxation for myself. Take time to pause.

I balance, not knowing every exact thing that is going to happen or unfold. Life without expectations, in being secure there. This brings to mind how we read chapters in a book; excited, anticipating what’s ahead. We read on, we keep going. That’s how life is, chapters of our own stories. Have little or no expectations. Flow with life.

I’ve come to the balance of loving me and my curves. I lost 70 pounds a few years ago with the mindset for surgery needed. I do not NEED a flat tummy. My imagination of what would make me perfect.  I already am. The last text to me just read, “You are absolutely beautiful…” That is enough for me. You are perfect just the way you are too. Tell yourself that and continue to feed your soul, daily.

Balance brings me safety. From little hands, growing hands, my daughters’, his… that hold me. Who, what is your safe? Find it, embrace your safe.

Balance is the real, every day. What is whole, who meets me where I am? My close-knit, my bests, my family. Who is your close? Nourish your circle, those that are always there for you, no matter what.

Being busy, family, having five children under the age of six but making time as a couple, dinner for two. Make time. Love one another. Always.

Isn’t it funny .. we always want what someone else has .. “I can’t wait to get to that point..” For me, though a chapter I think it took eight years to get to. The balance is holding on. Hold on.

Each and every day holds a bit of rain. Find your sunshine, your balance. What or who brings light to your day. Let it hit your face. Soak it up often.

Breathe in and out. Slow through your nose, out the mouth, exhale. Do it again. Sense will come in time. It’s not all our timing. Yes I’ve wanted to scream, have you? Don’t scream. Look how far we have come. Grab a hand. Hold your real. Be true to yourself. Stay with what you know is truth. Hold on, balance will come soon enough.

Amy Scott

Born in Atlantic City NJ, and raised in NEPA. Forever a lover of sand and ocean, but would escape to the woods and a cabin. Fan of traveling, small coffee shops, real feels and deep conversations. A girl that will throw the car in reverse to photograph something that catches her eye. Continuing to find herself even at 40. Amy holds the first four year college degree in her family history. A mother of two daughters who come first. Photographer of family and abstract. Writer of life pieces and poetry. Passionate in inspiring others to always find the positive.

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