… this is where I caught my first true glimpse of me. THIS is where the abstracts were born. But I wouldn’t fully understand it until this very moment as I write it out to you.
They visit every day and I’ve come to think of them as black-leather-jacketed street toughs–sort of birdie bad boys. I know that’s not fair. But they’re bigger than the other birds and when they arrive everybody else disappears.
This life I’ve spent a lifetime carving out for myself is not for everybody. Each and every one of us has to suss out what works for us, what makes us happy. It takes trial and error, and it usually takes risk.
As the house settled into itself, bathed in light and peace–I realized it was exactly the kind of morning I’d envisioned for myself all those years ago when I “left it all behind.” The kind of morning I wish for all of us.
The inspirational push to my boundaries this morning was a blog post. Reading it urged me to see a different vision, suggested expanding my horizon. And I did, and it worked… It is happening on, which seems to be my theme these days, an Inner Level.