You know when you’re not ready to hear it till you hear it? I’ve had one of those, staring-me-in-the-face moments this week.
And I’m grateful for the patience of my buddies who have been droning on at me with the same idea that it’s taken me an eon to come to.
Thankful for your persistence and support (& not showing me your exasperated face when I call you all: “I’ve had the best idea ever!”).
Sometimes change comes all at once with a loud trumpet and hurts-your-eyes shine, and some change comes like a vacuum sucking all wind from all sails. And this time change came to me like a sly old friend saying, I’ve been waiting for you to come along. Now push up your sleeves, it’s going to be a ride.
Grateful for the burst of energy and new dreams and new plans that accompany our old friend change.
Grateful for fog and crisp days and long celebrations and taking a minute to look about and really soak into life.
Speaking of myth – the old myth master – John William Waterhouse’s Miranda -the tempest:
Oh such drama. Thankful for dramatic paintings too. And coming out on the other side of a storm.