Here and there. Not here-here. But here in my life.
I have been leaving some of the Rock Fairy's messages behind
wishing Anne Lamott would write another book about her spiritual journey because I could use her insights and humour right now.
So much change, some welcome and some not so welcome. I am trying to go with the flow, open my heart and let it all in and out,
astonished at how often I stop and wonder, "how can I still be finding my way?"
To paraphrase the Wild Jane Cunningham, I have been trading in nice for real.
I have not been using my camera much, feeling worn and tattered with looking at myself through a lens.
Discovering that nothing good ever comes when someone starts a sentence with, "Do me a favour...".
I have been disappointed in the way Keen handled my complaint after a pair of their sandals fell apart after a few short weeks of light wear. I'm back to my old trusty Nike flip flops, still spongy after all these years.
I have also been living without a watch for about a month now, observing how, although I am still bound by schedule and time, I am letting the minutes and hours pass by themselves, as they will. It is not a little disorienting.
I have been meeting my shadow face to face and battling it instead of embracing it and holding it close to let it cry itself out. I have been remembering why I left old habits behind, feeling my crustiness tumble over the colour of my soul
and gratitude in the magic that has appeared.