Small Stone: Leaf Impression
Walking the dogs this morning, I look down and notice the impression of a pair of cottonwood leaves stamped into the sidewalk. The original leaves are long gone, but the shadow remains, pressed as they were into this ground, etched into this path for as long as this hard surface will last.
We are like that too, impressions of us will remain when we are gone, faint outlines where we pressed against the world.
Open Space Practice, (AKA: A Thousand Shades of Gray) 
Beautiful.
Thank you 🙂
“faint outlines where we pressed against the world”
So tender.
Instantly I felt how pressing gently is all that is needed.
What a relief!
Susan Piver said once (well, more than once), “Gentleness is your superpower,” and it is, isn’t it?
For me, that is a tough one. I tend to muscle my way through life a lot (press hard). It’s exhausting.
I was taught that in life you had to get your point across (make a statement and be RIGHT).
I think I’m learning how untrue that its. I might start to feel better soon. It takes too much energy to do life the old way.
I hear that, Vicky. I am a pusher, a doer who doesn’t know when to stop or how to rest. I used to think I had to earn love, happiness, permission to do what I wanted, and I WORKED at it. Loosening up, letting go, surrendering and allowing is the work for me now.