Life seems a perpetual liminal state where we hover amidst many changes.
The key, and something I constantly strive for, is to remain still and not let the maelstrom engulf me.
I have been lingering in reminiscence in recent days. Looking back over my life. Seeing forgotten faces and remembering times of joy and abundance, sorrow and loss.
I'm not sure where *I* am.
I can't quite put my finger on it either.
It's not letting Emma go; it's not moving; it's some kind of unsettledness that flitters at the edge of my mind. Just beyond my ability to grasp it.
I am grateful for it, though, and I know how odd that must seem.
But the hope that is the future has always been a strong presence in my life... and I am, at most times, in it's unwavering company.
I've never been a planner. Never had a road map. Not aimless or goalless, however.
To borrow a phrase from an Indigo Girls song: I missed ten million miles of road I should have seen.
Life is going to bring many changes in the next few years.
We may move to Scotland. Or New Zealand.
Regardless, I always sense I am in the right place, heading the right way, doing the best I can at any given moment.
Walking in the direction life compels me and trying to feel safe knowing that the less I struggle against that pull, the simpler my travels will be.
Iron, left in the rain
And fog and dew,
With rust is covered-- pain
Rusts into beauty too.
-- Mary Carolyn Davis
Happy Tuesday, all.