I’m sitting at a favourite coffee shop – well, a former favourite that I’ve rediscovered – staring at the little row of shops and people walking past.
The beginning of a year always makes me feel reflective. What are my plans for 2021? What am I aiming for personally? Spiritually? In my work life? Where do I want to travel to (if Covid-19 allows this)?
But this year is different. This year I was full of hope and moments of excitement and expectations – but so far 2021 has just felt like 2020 Part Two.
I think that the pain of stillness is one that I’m wrestling
with the most. Stillness and waiting. Of pausing. I’m learning to live in this
liminal space. To see the treetops swaying in the wind. To take in the bold
blue sky. To go on mountain walks and breathe in the smell of earthy fynbos. To
learn that this life is wonderfully up and down; and that beautiful moments
occur even in the in-between.
