On our way. We are always on our way, in between here and there. We are constantly birthing new ideas all while in route to an idea that is clearly manifesting in front of us after time and place got us here. We are always looking into the future. What is next? How can we make it happen?
Were in the middle of another exhausting travel day that has you rubbing your eyes an forgetting to take liquids out of your bags during multiple security checks. We had a red eye last night and I had my neck cramped up on a sweater trying to find the right position to sleep which is totally and absolutely impossible to do in a functional and comfortable way. Paradise beckons though. It is May, the most spectacular time to leave the Rocky Mountains for weather that doesn't have you shivering and for time with bare skin in the sun.
It can all be exhausting and exhilerating. Just the fact that there is steel drum music playing in the airport newstand makes me feel that much better, like I am on the right path here and now. There are also wafts of cuban sandwiches and many differing accents that give me a relief that I am out of cold Denver, at least for now.
Here we go. Looking forward to serenity after a whirlwind of a month swirling around us. I wanted a change and a rush of synchronicity has taken me under her wings and I am now (somewhat reluctantly) flying with her. We want change but are afraid to make change. Eventually change finds us and forces us to breath and move with it. "It is just life", I tell myself. There really is no need to be overwhelmed. For fear is reason for us to face it and to grow into new shapes. It is glorious really and we need to look life in the eyes and just give it a smile.
Perfect in the spectrum of all this light and life hitting us in new places lately. A perfect place to sink into the moment and relax into changes, synchonicity, and trusting ourselves on the wild ride. Argggh, maty.
