Today I recognized that that jewel-like beauty is the presence. ~ Rumi
A multi tiered, multi layered kaleidoscope of thoughts, images, imaginings...
real estate closings, closing this chapter of my life, a final tangible farewell.
Then there's this...safety for my son, the street artist...it takes work every time he leaves the house...I say a prayer under my hug and tell him, "stay safe"...(under my breath, in my heart, come home to me). And then there's this...my writing, listening...listening...allowing the voice to emerge. I dreamt a dream of a story years ago; she waits as I search, wait, listen, anticipate her birth onto the page, a photograph, her story, my story...is there really such a thing as fiction?
I created a new writing space for myself in the middle of my living room; now it's my living room...living/writing/reading/discovering...a bigger space to more clearly hear her voice. I'm getting confirmation from several sources...there is a great need, this is an important time for allowing simply "being"; giving transformation it's space in our daily lives. How can we know anything if we aren't paying attention and listening?