Just Breathe

Shew, people, do you remember feeling your feet hit the floor running last Monday? Today is Saturday and I felt like I finally took a breath. I got out of bed, picked up my coffee and a book and stayed in my pajamas until 11:00 am on the couch next to the fire and the Christmas tree.

I had to remind myself to breathe at moments today; I had to push a lot of stuff back into the recesses of my head. I have this never-ending list of things to do that haunts me and says nasty things to me about how I’m not enough to accomplish all that is beckoning. It “feels” like there is more work to do than there is time to do it! Thanks to some helpful books I have to agree with the nasty voice and tell myself I don’t have to be that (because Jesus IS!) and it’s ok…and I have to breathe.

So when I did eventually get dressed and ventured out to run some errands today (milk, bread), I heard this song by Jonny Diaz and the entire thing was balm to my soul.

I loved the fast tempo as he describes his crazy day and then the way the chorus slows down as he listens to the call in his heart.

If you don’t have time to listen, here are the lyrics:

Alarm clock screaming bare feet hit the floor
It’s off to the races everybody out the door
I’m feeling like I’m falling behind, it’s a crazy life
Ninety miles an hour going fast as I can
Trying to push a little harder trying to get the upper hand
So much to do in so little time, it’s a crazy life
It’s ready, set, go it’s another wild day
When the stress is on the rise in my heart I feel you say just

Breathe, just breathe
Come and rest at my feet
And be, just be
Chaos calls but all you really need
Is to just breathe

Third cup of joe just to get me through the day
Want to make the most of time but I feel it slip away
I wonder if there’s something more to this crazy life
I’m busy, busy, busy, and it’s no surprise to see
That I only have time for me, me, me
There’s gotta be something more to this crazy life
I’m hanging on tight to another wild day
When it starts to fall apart in my heart I hear you say just

Breathe, just breathe
Come and rest at my feet
And be, just be
Chaos calls but all you really need

Is to take it in fill your lungs
The peace of God that overcomes
Just breathe
So let your weary spirit rest
Lay down what’s good and find what’s best
Just breathe

Just breathe, just breathe
Come and rest at my feet
And be, just be
Chaos calls but all you really need
Is to just breathe
Just breathe

 

Balm to our souls.

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Doucement, Si Vous Plait…

I love all things French. All of French culture makes me swooney and fluffy, puffy-heart-squishy inside. I’ve loved it since Junior High French class. French music, the French country side, even the people.

I married a man who does not like anything French. The food, the people, especially their politics; he is a victim of poor upbringing. 😉 (I’m kidding.)

I took French I and II in junior high, then in high school went up to French IV. In college, I took French I, II and III. Whew…French III at the college level was, tres difficile, n’est pas? In fact, I cheated and took it at the community college because I was TERRIFIED of the French prof at UMSL at the time.

My French is awful today. I still think in French sometimes, but it’s more just a jumble of words and phrases that make me laugh. I have forgotten so much vocab…it’s sad.

Anyway, I still love all things French. I think I should be French. I love life, I love to go slow, I love food, I love the beauty of nature and the earth…ahhhh…And I love Feist (I know she’s Canadien). Wouldn’t you know she has this lovely song in French on one of her albums? I thought it was appropriate for this pretty Friday in St. Louis. I’ll even post the translation for you. I’m so sweet. 😉 Like a cupcake…

All slow, all slow, all slowly
Always, all slow, all slowly
This way
Life is amazing.

All slow, all slow, all slowly
Always, all slow, all slowly
This way
Life, I understand it.

Never go too fast
You got all the time you need
Beware of the dynamite
Take care of volcanos
Of those young nervous ones
Who don’t know how to go

All slow, all slow, all slowly
Always, all slow, all slowly
This way
Strolling prettily

Never go too fast
Loving simply
To get success
Be very very prudent (cautious)
Love will then come
And snuggle up in your arms

All slow, all slow, all slowly
Always, all slow, all slowly
This way
Strolling prettily
Smiling prettily
Strolling prettily
All slowly