not what I envisioned

...and gloriously, here we are...

A clear summer day in June 2012 I made a promise I intended to keep. My mind was made up that that was going to be my life until death. A couple years later that life changed and it was not on my own accord. Since then I have been adapting to that change. A death, not of a being but of a way of being.

There is security in setting an intention to follow through and to be willing to put in the work to make that something happen. Commitment. I’m not scared of it.

I tentatively walked forward and still have. Unsure of my steps and feeling a bit directionless. My intention has changed to securing my footing and walking forward on my own accord. Gently handling what joins my path.

My foundation is filled with tending to mind, heart and body. Creating and mastering my crafts. Playing and giggling. Connection in the most tender of form with strangers and friends, alike. The moments are rich. My security is found in my joy and my boundaries. Knowing myself more deeply is my foundation.

Time and care to connect with our inner compass, our joy and our center will carry us through life. All else is a bonus, the frosting. Where are we feeling lost? What is most frustrating? Maybe the connection we seek outside of ourselves is a scream for how we need to tend to ourselves, our parts. My inner teen wants company, off to the flower fields we go.