Coffee Grinder Tears

I feel powerful.

Turning toward all the feelings this week has been an unexpected gift in this season of my life.

But like any renewing practice it has also meant some uncomfortable moments in the stretching and growing.  Like when I let some tears fall while practicing mindful breath and noticing my feelings when standing and waiting at the grocery store coffee grinder for my bag to fill. I felt the sadness.  Kept breathing.  

When the coffee was ground I moved on.  I let go of the feelings attached to the coffee grinder tears.  In that moment I did not dwell on the sadness or put it in the grocery cart so I could carry it around the store and take it home with me.  That was new.

I feel growing.  With growth there is spaciousness and curiosity.