Tonight I'm cooking pasta, steaming an artichoke and lounging around the house with "S" and the pets. Thinking about my Mom--missing her. Wondering what the week ahead holds. Flipping through a magazine. Healing from a red wine hangover. Listening to the thunder. Watching the rain drop. Feeling peaceful again.
I took the month of May off from writing without even realizing it. It's incredibly surreal to experience your own mojo.
The meaning of this groove has not been lost. I think about how it came to pass quite a bit. Retracing my steps in case I get lost again and also knowing that its existence gives me hope.
I am grateful. Hell Yea!
For the love of a tree, she went out on a limb.
For the love of the sea, she rocked the boat
For the love of the earth, she dug deeper.
For the love of community, she mended fences.
For the love of the stars, she let her light shine.
For the love of spirit, she nurtured her soul.
For the love of a good time, she sowed seeds of happiness.
For the love of the Goddess, she drew down the moon.
For the love of a good meal, she gave thanks.
For the love of family, she reconciled differences.
For the love of creativity, she entertained new possibilities.
For the love of her enemies, she suspended judgment.
For the love of herself, she acknowledged her worth.
And the world was richer for her…..~ Charlotte Tall Mountain
Plug your favorite artist into Pandora and the site will search and play music by similar artists.
It's a fun (and addictive) way to explore music.
There have been lots of big decisions made the last three weeks and I have just now been able to wake up, take a sip of coffee and relay a bit of the news.
I am opting to walk away from the status quo on the career front and transition from the corporate bleeh's into an entirely different field. Quite a leap.
My last day of officially working for the man was Friday---A bit surreal but incredibly liberating to jump out of the suffocating box.
The universe has been pointing me in the direction of this passion for the last year. My love for design and architecture translating into real estate. How do I know this is right? It's as simple as feeling myself breathe freely again.
Sitting at a stop sign, looking across the street and glancing at the sign of a new boutique real estate company. Fully attuned and hearing myself say--"that's your new home". Walking inside and seeing a friend and business peer from long ago. Meeting the owner and immediately knowing--this is where I'm suppose to be!
Are there really coincidences or is our destiny chartered and aligned if we stay attuned to it? I've been thinking about this question a lot this week. Amazed by the idea that there are no coincidences and that the right doors open with ease.
I'm anxious to jump in but am also reminding myself that part of the idea behind this transition was to also enjoy a bit of time off. Additional reflective time to confirm that this new chapter is one I want to be attuned to and fully read....
"It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,
And that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings." --Wendell Berry
for your St. Patrick's Day...
We just returned from the first pleasure weekend at the lake house. The moon was beautiful as was the time we spent with each other and our friends. Amazing what getting out of your normal orbit can do for you. One little whiff of lake air and I seem to forget about--
the bills
the laundry
the job
the to-do lists
the phone calls
the e-mails
the worries
the stuff...
Can't wait to head back up.
" i feel the steady pull of things that i cant see....and i think i like it."
~jonatha brooke
