A friday full of gratitude.
2 weeks in to some serious soul searching. still searching. always right?
Learning. Lots. Such immense gratitude for that. It would be completely pointless if say, I just ate key lime pies for days on end and watched reruns of the golden girls. Or frustrating to the extreme if I was doing all this breathing and sitting and waiting to come up with: I like pie. That would be unfortunate.
But no. I am dancing with uncertainty and man – past the nauseousness and the sorrow and the fear, there is freedom. And beans and rice. There’s a good amount of beans and rice too.
I’m grateful for all of that. And the space to have it.
For dreams. & being able to remember & decipher them.
I’m grateful for humor. It keeps me present and delving deeper in. And 3am panicked calls that remind me how fragile and precious all of life is at every moment.
And for this watercolour by Jamsan.
and for faith.
”all this breathing and sitting and waiting” :: is this the secret to finding our way (back) to ourselves?