Home. Back in the (physical) spaces I left. But my interior ‘space’ has shifted. Now, of course, there are many things trying to jerk my back to the way-things-were. Such is life. It’s not an evil or abnormal thing – in fact, it’s just the way things happen. And therein lies challenge.
What have I learned? What sense do I make of it all? or do I? How will I bring with me those new things I’ve learned? How will they fit in to the old spaces? What difference will all of this wonderful inner experience make in this outside world of my usual experience? Ugh. More questions to live with.
Slowly, I’m trying to move gently and non-judgmentally back into the rhythm-less rhythm of my life. No schedule, limited immediate responsibilities, empty space awaiting an infusion of energy, an empty canvass longing for some inspiration. My history tells me I haven’t done so well with an agenda-less world. And I’ve always depended on others to set my agenda for me. So, now, one challenge is to begin (gently) exploring the new possibilities. Gently.