|Beautiful sakura right near my work.|
When I moved to the UK, I stopped meditating in the mornings, but I always woke up and fell asleep giving thanks. Unfortunately, my bad habits slowly returned and I would overthink and get stressed out by my precarious position in the UK, when honestly, things weren't that bad.
When I became pregnant with Isla, I gave thanks morning, noon and night, happy to have her inside of me and feeling like each day was a gift. But then she died.
And I haven't been the same since.
|Sakura will always remind me of Isla.|
After nearly a year of walking this spiritual past aimlessly and blindly, I know I need to give up some of my anxiety to faith.
Faith that I'm not alone.
Faith that I'll be happy, fulfilled and free.
Faith that I'll get pregnant again and carry a baby to term.
So I'm trying. I give thanks when I remember and let things go when there is nothing more I could possibly do. I don't expect to have the blind faith I had before any time soon, but I do believe I'm ready for the universe to carry the load when it feels too heavy upon my shoulders.
A couple of years ago I wanted to get the word faith tattooed on my wrist. That got veteod by Dave so I'm going to try to tattoo it on my mind.
And so it begins.
|A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step|
(or a really rocking pair of flats)