Magic dust settles. Patterns emerge and visions taken flight as they bend and briefly focus within scope’s site. Just long enough to catch a speck in the eye. Thinnest of threads spun in purest heart. Pulling, leading with a whisper.
Our feet hold steady. Firm. Even as the earth shakes.
A few weeks ago we marked 7 years passed since the time we left the United States. This coming week marks 2 years since we left England for Spain. In those 7 years we have lived in 9 houses, counting the one we live in now. Now. Where we see staying. Where we are staying. Now. Gratefully we feel like we have found a home where we dream of spending many foreseeable years to come and dream of those not yet in focus. Gratitude also for the trials we faced on our path here. I say that with the utmost of sincerity. Those trials brought us to question more deeply and trust more completely than we knew possible. Without them we would not have come to be here. In practical and spiritual terms of equal measure. If our feet were to stand on the same coordinates on a map, the earth beneath them would not be the same.
There are some themes emerging which I will be exploring. Which I am exploring. Seeing and living from and in a place I have long heard calling. Looking back on life of a wanderer, gypsy, rambler, drifter. Threads gathered,collected, shared, entwined with steps - entangled in life...have woven a cloth as strong as any made from uniform fibers or following set instructions.
And how does a dreamer anchor oneself but remain in motion enough to drag one’s sorry arse out of bed and get stuff done before it is too hot? Really. How? I am really good when it comes to vision but have often fell short of doing. Doing to done. I am a good starter. I am less good at finishing.
Our feet hold steady. Firm. Even as the earth shakes.
A few weeks ago we marked 7 years passed since the time we left the United States. This coming week marks 2 years since we left England for Spain. In those 7 years we have lived in 9 houses, counting the one we live in now. Now. Where we see staying. Where we are staying. Now. Gratefully we feel like we have found a home where we dream of spending many foreseeable years to come and dream of those not yet in focus. Gratitude also for the trials we faced on our path here. I say that with the utmost of sincerity. Those trials brought us to question more deeply and trust more completely than we knew possible. Without them we would not have come to be here. In practical and spiritual terms of equal measure. If our feet were to stand on the same coordinates on a map, the earth beneath them would not be the same.
There are some themes emerging which I will be exploring. Which I am exploring. Seeing and living from and in a place I have long heard calling. Looking back on life of a wanderer, gypsy, rambler, drifter. Threads gathered,collected, shared, entwined with steps - entangled in life...have woven a cloth as strong as any made from uniform fibers or following set instructions.
And how does a dreamer anchor oneself but remain in motion enough to drag one’s sorry arse out of bed and get stuff done before it is too hot? Really. How? I am really good when it comes to vision but have often fell short of doing. Doing to done. I am a good starter. I am less good at finishing.
