11 March 2016
I no longer want to be someone who imagines a better future, someone yearning for things to be different, someone who hopes her way into missing what perfection is, right here, in her face. ~Sonya Lea, Wondering Who You Are
What does it look like to romance life?
This week it’s looked amazing for me. A crazy, exciting week when a friend and I spontaneously decided to take a trip to Death Valley to walk among the wildflowers bursting up in a big celebration of the 3” of rain that fell here last October.
It’s been a week of courtship with life.
Courting is heady. The world feels fresh, splitting open with eager energy, boundless in love. Lavishing attention on the creation of wonderful life is easy.
In a long-term relationship, and life is that, it’s not always exactly like that. Like any adventure, life does not always go as I anticipate or hope. But, just like with my husband, when I show up grateful and willing to take responsibility, my relationship deepens and thrives. Life and I get to know each other better.
My feeling of staleness was a chance to open up and ask, What am I missing? What do I want? What can I create? Am I tired? Do I just need a good night’s rest? Or is it time to summon up an adventure? How might I flirt with joy? Can I sink more resolutely into this moment by remembering that even the ordinary, sometimes especially the ordinary, is precious?
When I romance my life, I welcome the ordinary that makes my life rich and woo the crazy-off-the-chart stuff that adds highlights.
Walking with my friend amongst the wildflowers in Death Valley this afternoon, watching the incoming storm’s light show spotlight the mountains flanking the valley and then driving smack into the storm as new rain fell, the temperature dropping 40 degrees, k.d. lang’s Hallelujah in the iPod sang out loud for both our hearts.