I am exceptionally good at spotting a worry. I am not a master of letting go of my worries though.
Last Sunday we were hiking the mountains around our cabin. The intense sunshine made the Monkshood flowers sparkle like agate on the hillside. As I walked on I wondered, as they are so beautiful, so plentiful, and totally dominating the alpine meadows, how could I not have dozens of photos of them?
Then an ewe stopped in the middle of the path, her little lamb hiding ( and having some milk) behind her, and suddenly I knew. As the monkshood, or wolf’s bane, are extremely poisonous, I have eyed them as potential dangers, protecting my children, worrying.
I almost laughed as I realized how many years I have been walking these woods since our kids needed that kind of guidance. Still, I had not taken time to de-clutter my bag of worries!
As cliffs, as waves, as dark woods and lonely walks – not my worry any more, they can handle it.
Which sets me free to marvel at the colors, to be amazed at the canyons, to be impressed by the force of the ocean, to enjoy the enchanted dark forests, all for my self.
Our Sunday walk became a treasure hunt for the other happy dots of blues coloring the woods, my Sunday pondering made me think, what other outdated worries or problems keep me from seeing the blessings and beauty in my everyday walk?
And then of course, the son who does not run after a ball into the street anymore, now rides a Harley..
Someone said that worries grow with the children. I’d better not carry any useless worries around then. Come to think of it, perhaps they all are?
I love this, because as I start on a new phase of my life I realise how many of my worries are defunct, Solveig! Time for a de-clutter, I think 🙂
And fall is the best time to settle in in new ways I think, Kate, best of luck!