FIVE THINGS soft

Our days are filled with doing. This is life. There are jobs to work because there are bills to pay. There are people to love and tend because being human involves connection. So, with the laundry and dishes and commutes and meetings and meals and housework and insert-whatever-else-you-do-with-regularity, it can be a lot. I know, I really do know.

We might be on top of everything; we might be content and sure and steady.  Or, we might not be. (often, it varies) Either way, softness comforts. It holds and cradles; sometimes, it might stimulate. Whatever it does for us, it seems to do it in a just-right way.

It doesn’t take a lot, does it? A touch of softness here and there goes a long way. Think about that initial moment of sinking into the softness of the sofa after a full day. Remember how it feels to climb into a bed made with soft, flannel sheets on those first chilly nights. Recall the soft, welcome touch of a friend’s hand on arm or shoulder (or maybe it was a hug) when you needed it most. Oh, and that sleepy morning smile of a loved one. Call to mind the softening of your heart in those moments.

Beauty doesn’t need ornaments.  Softness can’t bear the weight of ornaments.
~Munshi Premchand~

It’s nice to have soft things — both tactile and intangible — that we can brush up against. It’s nice to have softness sprinkled throughout a day. Softness, well, softens the rough edges.

Note when your shoulders drop. Note the exhale, the sigh, the release.  There’s softness somewhere inside those experiences. Call it in…

Where do you find softness in your days? What (or who) is soft? What does softness look like, taste like, feel like?

always the love, m