The Joy of Staying Put

I’ve been feeling big change in the air. Borne of a misinterpretation of unrelated events and my reading “When Women Were Dragons” and a haphazard “consulting” of Rob Brezney’s Free Will Astrology.  I forgot to be in the here and now.  I started to feel bigger than my life.  I started to crave dissolutions and rebirth.  I began to live vicariously through the youth around me.

I forgot, for a moment, that I was already young.  I misplaced the notion that this life of middle age can also be filled with its own magic and joy.  I overlooked my own experience.  What is it about us that keeps us longing for our youth.  I mean, there are some serious cringe-worthy moments of my youth that I’d just as soon skip, and I do NOT want to go back there.

​And so I return to the present and remember.  I take a deep late summer breath and feel the gentle sun on my skin, the slow arc of the shadows, and the gratitude overflowing my heart.  I feel solid.  Grounded.  And there is magic in this.  There is joy in staying put. 

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