Tranquil Resources

Tag: mindfulness

  • The Gift of January

    January — the gift of starting over.
    Not all at once.
    Not with long lists or heady resolutions,
    but one step at a time.

    This month invites a pause.
    A moment to notice the light
    as it arrives quietly, almost unnoticed.
    To breathe slowly and steadily.
    To resist the urge to look ahead at everything waiting to be done,
    or to replay what has already passed.

    Instead, let there be gratitude.

    I am here, right now.

    In this early hour, the scene is simple.
    A single tree stands in silhouette
    against the gray winter sky.
    Strong. Patient. Unrushed.
    It does not fight the season it is in.
    It waits. It reflects. It rests.
    Gathering what it needs
    for what will come next.

    January asks the same of us.

    It is not a month for rushing forward
    or demanding clarity.
    It is a month for quiet reflection.
    For steady breathing.
    For trusting that growth can happen
    beneath the surface,
    even when nothing seems to be moving.

    Today, doesn’t need to start loud.
    It can begin gently.
    With presence.
    With patience.
    With light slowly finding its way in.

    Today, I simply say to myself:
    Allow yourself to rest.
    Practice patience.
    Be kind to yourself.

  • When the World Pauses Without Asking

    Firefighter speaking to me over my Ring Doorbell

    Holidays are supposed to arrive gently.
    Marked by familiar rituals.
    By comfort.
    By things we expect.

    But sometimes the season is interrupted.

    A sound you didn’t anticipate.
    An impact you didn’t see coming.
    A moment where everything shifts, and suddenly the world you knew five minutes ago no longer exists in the same way.

    When a car crashed into my house, it wasn’t just damage to walls and windows. It was the feeling that routine had been broken. That life, once again, had reminded me how quickly everything can change. It was Thanksgiving. We were together, as a family. Then, just like that, everything changed.

    It felt strangely familiar.

    Like the moment when someone you love is gone,
    grief enters—the light in the room changes.

    There is a pause that follows moments like these —
    not one we choose, but one we are given.
    A forced stillness.
    A slowing we didn’t plan for. 

    The world keeps moving,
    but we are held in place,
    trying to understand how we got here.

    And the holidays don’t stop.
    Lights still glow.
    People still rush.
    Music still plays.

    But inside, we begin to move differently.
    More carefully.
    More slowly.
    We notice what matters
    because we have no energy left for what doesn’t.

    This kind of pause is not peaceful —
    at least not at first.
    It carries fear, frustration, and unanswered questions.
    It asks us to breathe when breathing feels hard.

    So now it’s Christmas, and so much is still unresolved with my house.
    With every breath, I need to swallow frustration.
    Allow space for unanswered questions.
    Let the uncomfortable pause not paralyze me with fear,
    but teach me.

    Life is fragile.
    Control is an illusion.
    Presence — real, honest presence —
    is sometimes all we have to offer.


    So this holiday season, I’m allowing interruption.
    I’m letting disruption invite stillness.
    I’m honoring the pause —
     even when it arrives through shock or loss.

    Because sometimes,
    when the world changes in an instant,
    the most human thing we can do is
    stop and remember:
    I am here.
    I am breathing.
    I need to let that be enough.