Through the continual process of making my way in this crazy, mixed up, yet beautiful world, I once again am brought to a crossroads, a juncture, a closing of a chapter and the opening of a new one. Life is made of these defining moments, yet I don't feel a firm pull to go in any one direction just yet. There are many ways to turn and much still left to do, yet I seem to not be able to make firm decisions and be certain of my way. My head is foggy and my plans unclear.
Right now, I feel like the best way to process everything in my head is to go where nothing is expected of me and I can feel out each day at will. So far, only one place I know of gives me type of silent freedom : our cabin in our woods, where I am alone to just "be". A place with no address, in the middle of the woods, down a gravel road and without a phone. I can't really put it into words how this place feels so much like home to me.
I will study and paint, read and garden, cook and sew, sleep and run, journal and think. Along with some chickens and all our dogs, I feel like I will be back on track by the end. So, I'm off to my magic spot for the next several weeks. With patchy internet and no cell phone of my own, I'm confident that my communication level will be pretty spotty -- but those of you who really keep up with me, will know how to find me.
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