October 27, 2009
‘Seems often that change is met with fear. My mind has suddenly kicked into high gear mulling over steps to take and decisions to make. Doesn’t it know that 2am is for sleeping and not planning? The louder message is to surrender my plans to exit SF on Friday, be responsible and manage this possession of a house.
Today I posted the house on Craig’s List, made flyers, and put things in motion. It’s only 12:30pm and already I am looking for a nap.
'Keeping you posted.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Upside Down
October 26, 2009
The trickster has been travelling in the front seat of my Forrester since I began this journey in August and we are two stepping once again. My friend and renter told me yesterday she can no longer stay in my house. Dang! This situation needs to be navigated now, and it would help a whole lot if I had a good night’s sleep.
Here’s to the unexpected.
The trickster has been travelling in the front seat of my Forrester since I began this journey in August and we are two stepping once again. My friend and renter told me yesterday she can no longer stay in my house. Dang! This situation needs to be navigated now, and it would help a whole lot if I had a good night’s sleep.
Here’s to the unexpected.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
The Blue Heron and The Yearling
October 19, 2009
I often walked Grace Grove’s Oak Creek Trail in the early morning wafting in the beauty of the dawning day. I looked for signs of animals passing in the night and collected interesting rocks. On my last day I was greeted by a majestic blue heron launching from the river pool and by a yearling meandering through the high grasses. My time had come to a close and in this walking meditation I reflected on the first leg of my yearlong pilgrimage to nowhere (now here).
The time nesting in my tent by the pond remains the highlight of my stay at the Grove. These mornings of beauty and solace filled me with delightful gentleness and awe. What would it be to start each day with such wonder? I loved walking to my tent at night escorted by crickets and the sound of deer moving in the darkness. The space was shared with the skunks and javelinas and coyotes and king snakes and squirrels and chipmunks. I write now missing it all.
My departure was somewhat abrupt. The team worked hard on the smaller form of One Spirit Weekend, which by the way was a rockin’ success, then scrambled like crazy to prepare the retreat center for a private gathering, and then POOF, I was in Cindy’s one bedroom suite awaiting Victor’s arrival.
And then and then and then, Sedona and the north rim of the Grand Canyon and back to Sedona and now in Albuquerque grabbing moments to write fully aware that this is a report.
And so it is, reporting in on the road. The Blue Heron and the Yearling are good signs of for a heart in flight taking baby steps into the world.
I often walked Grace Grove’s Oak Creek Trail in the early morning wafting in the beauty of the dawning day. I looked for signs of animals passing in the night and collected interesting rocks. On my last day I was greeted by a majestic blue heron launching from the river pool and by a yearling meandering through the high grasses. My time had come to a close and in this walking meditation I reflected on the first leg of my yearlong pilgrimage to nowhere (now here).
The time nesting in my tent by the pond remains the highlight of my stay at the Grove. These mornings of beauty and solace filled me with delightful gentleness and awe. What would it be to start each day with such wonder? I loved walking to my tent at night escorted by crickets and the sound of deer moving in the darkness. The space was shared with the skunks and javelinas and coyotes and king snakes and squirrels and chipmunks. I write now missing it all.
My departure was somewhat abrupt. The team worked hard on the smaller form of One Spirit Weekend, which by the way was a rockin’ success, then scrambled like crazy to prepare the retreat center for a private gathering, and then POOF, I was in Cindy’s one bedroom suite awaiting Victor’s arrival.
And then and then and then, Sedona and the north rim of the Grand Canyon and back to Sedona and now in Albuquerque grabbing moments to write fully aware that this is a report.
And so it is, reporting in on the road. The Blue Heron and the Yearling are good signs of for a heart in flight taking baby steps into the world.
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