Happy Holidays!
“As we approach the heart of the holiday season, I’ve been thinking a lot about the pace at which we live—especially as nurses and coaches.
I came across a beautiful piece by Fiona Jacob that stopped me in my tracks. It felt like a permission slip to finally drop my shoulders and breathe.
I was so moved by it that I recorded a short video for you, sharing these words and some holiday wishes from my heart to yours.”
May your season be dressed in “tiny diamonds” and deep, honest peace.
~ Lyn McCright & the Advancing Nurse Coaching Team.
Poem from Fiona Jacob.
When the Mind Runs, God Whispers…
This morning, the world was dressed in tiny diamonds.
Frost lit the white grass like a field of quiet stars.
The sky stretched into forever blue,
Thin white trails of aeroplanes crossing like pilgrims on their way to somewhere holy.
Alex padded beside me, slower today,
His breath is soft, his body asking for tenderness.
Crisp footsteps kept me company.
Wild geese tore the sky open with their fierce southbound cries.
Everything around me is alive and honest.
And I felt it.
The truth I have outrun for years.
It is not the world that is busy.
It is my mind.
She rushes, she spins, she narrates scarcity with such conviction.
That I forget the world has never once complained about time.
The world moves at the pace of God.
Not one second faster.
Not one heartbeat late.
It is I who tries to race the seasons,
As if speed could ever save me.
It is I who crowns busyness as worth,
and calls exhaustion a badge of honour
No one ever asked me to wear.
But today the frost spoke.
The geese spoke.
The whisper in my quiet heart spoke.
Be still.
Stop rushing past your own life.
The world pauses when your mind pauses.
Peace lies beneath the noise.
Time is not your enemy.
Scarcity only exists in your thoughts.
When Elijah heard the whisper, he paused.
He covered his face and stepped towards God.
I feel the same invitation in my chest.
A gentle and perfect call.
Take your time today.
Speak softly to time.
Walk as one who belongs to eternity, not haste.
I have all the time in the world.
Not because my schedule is empty,
But because my soul no longer believes the lie of rush.
So I drop my shoulders.
I breathe.
I let the frost sparkle without needing me to control it.
And I listen for the whisper, instead of the whirlwind in my mind.
…..
What about you…
Where does your mind sprint past the quiet invitation God is offering you today?
What whisper might you hear if you stopped for just a moment?
le mhórmheas agus grá,
Fee
