My reflection for Blogsinn
I met a middle aged woman, with a thankful heart. She babbled about her husband, children, carrier – fully herself, yet, her presence was not shining. She was stressed – in a perverted relationship to time. So that rather than being a subject of her own time, she has become its target and victim, and time has become her routine.
Yet, at the end of the day, she – the mother, the wife, the lover, the heart… will come home and will hope for a true moment for herself… you know, to relax in and to just be… by becoming a protagonist of her time and looking back on what a day brought to her.
She will find the moment of here – and – now, in which she could decide what she feels, thinks and acts. In a mirror (of questions*)…
What dreams did I create last night?
Where did my eyes linger today?
Where was I blind?
Where was I hurt without anyone noticing?
What did I learn today?
What did I read?
What new thoughts visited me?
What differences did I notice in those closest to me?
Who did I neglect?
Where did I neglect myself?
What did I begin today that might endure?
How were my conversations?
Where could I have exposed myself to the risk of something different?
Where did I allow myself to receive love?
With whom today did I feel the most myself?
What reached me today?
How deep did it implant?
Who saw me today?
What visitations had I from the past and from the future?
What did I avoid today?
From the evidence, why was I given this day?
*At the end of the day a mirror of Questions by John O´Donohue