This morning while driving to the office, I found myself pondering doing so much for others and so little in the way of caring for myself. Y’all know what I preach…practice self-nurtuting, practice living mindfully, practice meditation, practice being one-with-Spirit. And really I do most of this, but when super busy and that autopiolot takes over, I lose making those daily conscious decisions that will ensure I’m taking care of me throughout the day.
Parenting, working full-time, being a caring friend to those I hold so dear, I find there is no second thought given to the needs presented before me, in fact no thought. I’m a natural-born nurturer through and through as are many of my friends (you know who you are). If this blog post caught your eye, you are probably a caretaker who walks with love and compassion for all others with little attention given to your own needs. Be sure of this…Spirit walks with you in every step and you are blessed.
There can be no doubt that in order to continue walking in love and compassion, we must also care for and nurture ourselves, for if we push the limits of our own capacity there will most likely be a wake-up call in store. Stress turns into all kinds of things, colds, headaches, body pain, sleeplessness, irritability, anger. Catch yourself before you fall, take care of you, especially if you intend to keep being that blessed presence in the lives of others. With the Holidays upon us it’s important that we get back on track. Today I offer a portion of the poem, “a sense of her feelings,” from Judith Duerk’s book Circle of Stones. The author speaks to learned behaviors cultivated in women and the need for us to listen to our own needs. Although the words speak of the feminine, this can most certainly be applied to men as well. I personally know several men who are caretakers through and through, these words must also speak to you:
“Woman has learned to ignore her own feeling needs, learned to be a ‘good sport’ hurrying along in a pressure-filled, production-oriented life. She has learned to brush her feelings aside as she pushes ahead for university honors, to pack them out of her briefcase as she heads, in a three-piece suit into the professional and political realm.
But somewhere, deep inside, is the image of a woman seated alone, in a beehive tomb, within the earth, weeping.
What if woman allowed herself to listen once again to her own sensitivities? What if she allowed herself to trust what her tears are trying to tell her?
No…not this way…No…your life has no meaning lived this way. No…No…Slow down. Rest. Fill the kettle slowly. Listen! as the water in its slender stream flows down to fill the waiting kettle.”
Honor yourself with self-nurturing. Listen and fill the kettle slowly. We are more than this…