Soul Swim

I am finding chasing soul requires a balanced approach. Like swimming, one does not wish to flail or sink. Smooth, efficient, and steady swimming is the goal.

Flailing

Soul flail is me unmoored. It is frazzle. It is busyness. It is speed. Positively, my intake and output runs high. But I am cycling hot, overheating, like a boiled empty and steaming pot.

Sinking

Soul sink looks like navel gazing for me. It yawns towards depression. I slow down so much I lose all forward momentum. I grow sullen. This often follows a time of flailing. It comes as an overreaction. I try to steady but forget to laugh. I try to rest but forget to move. And I sink.

Swimming

So the secret is to swim, not too hard and not too slow. To rest but with intentionality. To detox but soak in the word. To stop the silliness but remember to laugh. To unplug but continue to listen. To sit in silence but join in community. Balance. Rhythm. Pace. Swimming.