Let's get real folks—being a householder (taking care of the things that we all take care of, whether we have kids or not) in this modern world asks so much of us. I love the slow-living, movement—I really do—but my life is really full and I'm right in the middle of so very much.
I chose to not do things that I don't want to do (phew, the power of “no”), but still there is a lot to be part of as a householder; there is so much to be done. There are meals to make; there are worries to overcome; there are bodies (mine and others’) that need tending to; there are bills to pay and hearts to connect with; there are growing pains that need balm (and the occasional Advil); there are moments of literal expansion of mind, body and soul while driving from point A to point B.
This is the exciting part: we don't have to go live on a mountain top to become aligned with our soul. We don't have to have it all figured out to live in more enlightened ways. We can live the life of the householder and within all that we do and all that we are lies the gold—it's not always pretty but is it ever rich.
As I was driving in serious LA traffic last week—the kind of traffic I used to do anything to avoid—my heart literally burst open between the conversations I had with my children in the dark on the 405. We laughed; they moved me so deeply; and I felt so much love. I can't even remember today what we talked about, but it's in these moments that I understand and bow to the power of living life awake raw and open.
That’s what it’s all about. Being open to those tiny, beautiful moments.