This point right here

Do you ever stop and think about how you got to this point?

This point in time. Right here. And right now.

This place where your feet rest.

This place where your eyes gaze.

This place where your mind wanders.

This place where your heart beats.

I've been stopped in my tracks a few times in the past week {gazing at where I am, at the emotions I'm fuelling, at how far I've come and at how far I haven't}.

And it's all a little overwhelming {to look back and see where I was}.

Because some of those places are brimming with happiness {a joy so great that just visualising that moment sees me smile}.

Because some of those places are filled with tears {single tears that taste a little bitter a little sweet, and sometimes hundreds of sobbing tears that cry a mixture of sick, lost, exhausted and stuck}

Because some of those places are a blend of fun, effort, laughter, love and comfort too {a haze of colours, textures and emotions, but mainly a gentle rhythm of days}

But it is here my feet rest {firmly planted on the ground, putting down roots of love and strength}.

And it is here my eyes gaze {wondrously into the big bronze eyes and loving hearts of two giggling baby girls}

And it is here my mind wanders {to thoughts of the future I dream}

And it is here my heart beats {a thankful tune for the love it recieves and the love it gives}.

And so here I am at this point in time {stronger than before, and dreaming more than ever}.

Elisa xx


Where are you {at this point in time}? Do you ever stop and think about how you got to where you are now?