Today I wake up empty and frightened. Don’t go to the door of the study and read a book. Instead, take down the dulcimer, let the beauty of what you love be what you do. There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground, there are a thousand ways to go home again.” – Rumi
It’s not where I go or what I do that matters, but who I am being when I do it. The last month or so has left me feeling rather cut off, from my simple life, many of my loves, and yes, myself too. It’s been a demanding time, but that’s finally changing. I’m up early because the quiet of the morning always nourishes me; something essential takes form in this candlelit silence that pulls me in.
Part of the reason I recovered was because I wanted to feel good, even before I knew it was possible. On the way to good, I cleared a lot of brush and removed things that choked the life from me. I’m doing it