was my line while I hiked up the ridge this morning.
One way I practice meditating is by spending time outdoors, by myself.
I laugh at how often I have to recenter myself, even when I’m completely free from my usual distractions — husband, kids, work, my next meal...it’s clear to me that my greatest distractions are my own thoughts!
As I neared the top of the ridge, a wooden bench caught my eye. It looked a little worn, tucked away on the hillside.
I trotted up to it, and cried when I read the plaque:
IN LOVING MEMORY OF
IVY F. CHRISTENSEN
A GREAT MOM
Today I reminded myself to “be here, be me.”
What would I want my plaque to read? I am curious to explore that.
For now, what a gift to be here.