The Journey Inward

I'm feeling thoughtful,
Still and at peace.
I'm feeling thoughtful,
My body at ease.

I love to sit in Nature when I'm feeling thoughtful, in the shadow of mountains, by the babbling of a creek or river, by the rolling waves of the ocean, by the colorful palette of a flower garden. 

I find myself in pensive positions, often with my feet tucked under me or my knees up.  Sometimes I squat down like I did as a kid, feeling closer to the earth, grounded.  

I used to call my thoughtfulness "overthinking," but I refuse to do that anymore.  I think. I feel.  I acknowledge.  I accept.  It is a gift and a privilege to do so.  Where my thinking became so negative in my mind was the many times I would ruminate, unable to move off a thought, catastrophizing.  I do that less and less and when I do it, I name it rumination and use my toolbox.  

I think about my life, my choices, my growth, my learning.  I think of all that I am grateful for.  I think about my family, my children, my friends, my dogs, humanity.  I think about books I've read, shows I've watched, podcasts I've listened to.  I think about how the world has changed and how it hasn't.  I think about how I've changed and how I haven't.  I think.  

Photo:  Evergreen, Colorado.  6.29.23 by LA