I was on a solo backpacking trip in Dolly Sods, WV a year and a half ago when I came to a divide in the trail. On the trail marker was this adorable rock someone had left that stopped me in my tracks and, in all honesty, completely took my breath away. The words on that rock stayed with me not only through that trip, but lodged themselves in my heart in the weeks and the months to come also. On the rock was painted “Don’t quit before the miracle happens.” I had been in the middle of a particularly hard and painful time in my own life, and as I stopped to take a picture of this rock that had spoken to me so clearly, I gathered those words and wrapped them around my heart before continuing down the trail. “Don’t quit, Krista, don’t quit before the miracle happens.”
Don’t quit before the miracle happens.
Here’s the thing. The miracle I wanted desperately to happen while I was walking that trail…well…it didn’t. The miracle I was wishing and hoping for at that time in my life, the miracle that caused me to wrap those words around my heart…it simply didn’t come to pass.
But, my friends, I didn’t quit, I didn’t quit. The months and years have changed and grown me in ways that I didn’t know I desperately needed, but I did…I needed that change and growth in my life. I continue to need change and growth in my own life and self as I walk this new path I’m on.
I didn’t get the miracle I had been so desperately hoping for on the trail that day, but I got something so much better…turns out, all that change and growth that was happening and continues to happen in my life as a result of that particular time and space is, in fact, an absolute miracle.
I hope you have a miraculous week, my friends.
A week ago I lay under one of my favorite trees in my neighborhood, feeling the light breeze on my skin, listening to the sounds of the city around me and watching the fireflies light up the night until the sky got dark enough that they put their light away for the evening.
Magic. Fireflies are pure, unadulterated magic.
There were other things I could have been doing that evening. I definitely had work that could have been done, chores needed doing…any number of things. That list of responsibilities didn’t go away because I spent time under that tree…it never does. Turns out my list was still there waiting for me when I got home.
But I paused, I lay in the grass, and I just allowed the magic of the beautiful evening to wash over me. Fireflies above my head, the moon in the sky to the west, the sounds of life all around me. Pure, unadulterated magic.
My dear friends, I hope we can give ourselves permission to seek out and make a little more magic in our week, even if it requires us to leave some responsibilities for another time.
Have a magical week, my friends.
A couple of weekends ago we had our first really hot, muggy weekend of the season. It was hot, like ridiculously hot, muggy and all-around gross.
I hadn’t been able to get on my bike much this season yet, so even though it was slated to be a hot day, I decided to go for a ride that Saturday. I pulled myself out of bed super early, but even with an early wake-up call, it was already getting fairly stifling outside.
As I rode north on MacArther Blvd I noticed the honeysuckle in full bloom, they were absolutely beautiful, these bushes full of gorgeous flowers and childhood nostalgia. But the honeysuckle wasn’t just something I got to experience with my eyes. As I rode, when I would ride past a honeysuckle bush, I would just get enveloped by the rich smell of honeysuckle. It was a full-body experience, riding past those honeysuckle bushes that day. The heat and heaviness of the air around me allowed the smell to linger and intensify.
I did not have the most favorable conditions for a ride that day, but those conditions also allowed me to experience something in a beautiful and intensely different way.
My dear friends, I hope this week we can notice and experience something in a beautiful and different way, even if we might not have the most favorable of conditions.
I hope you have an amazing week, my friends.
I have this little patch of land in my backyard that has turned a bit jungle-like of late. In former years it held a garden…but not this year. I thought about weeding and mowing it these past several weeks, but my younger son prefers the jungle-like quality of it, so I figure, why not keep growing a jungle? It’s causing no harm and it’s bringing joy to my son… so we continue to grow our own little jungle.
I don’t like gardening. It’s not my thing, it’s not a space in my life that brings me joy, and instead it just ends up feeling like a burden to me on multiple levels. I love that it brings so many others joy and peace, but it’s just not me.
But here’s the thing…for years I thought I SHOULD like gardening. I judged myself for not liking it. As ridiculous as it sounds, at times in my life I pretended to like it because I thought it was something I ought to like. But I just don’t.
I’ve been sitting in the ways we cast judgment on ourselves for things we think we ought to be doing, things we think we ought to enjoy, ways we are different then our expectations of what we should look and be like. And I’ve been wondering how it would feel to really stand in our own, genuine self without casting judgment. I’ve been wondering how it might feel if we could give ourselves permission to be exactly who we are, instead of who we think we should be.
My dear friends, I hope we can all let go of the shoulds a little more this week, and stand in our own genuine selves.
Have an amazing week, my friends.
Hi, I'm Krista!
Krista Mason is a yoga and fitness instructor based in Washington DC. She owns an online studio and loves it!