“Moving allows you to catch up with who you have become.” -Martin Smith
And just who is that, I ask myself. In many ways, more than I have ever been before. Wiser, more centered, able to think, no longer looking out on the world merely through an emotional blur. Still, the years have taken from me the ability to kneel weeding in the garden, springing up at will. Now I must think, how I am going to get up from here? I find myself cautiously climbing the narrow ‘pull down stairs’ to the attic.
Moving three weeks ago, this is now the awkward time when you no longer belong where you have come from nor belong yet to where you have arrived. It does provide space to reflect. I am eager to get back to my writing and to this blog, which holds reverently the many strands of what my life is about….(See past blog posts for examples)
The photograph I have included today is of one of the bookcases filled once again with authors and subjects that have enriched my life; named for me the thoughts I had no language for. As I unpacked and shelved the tittles, I knew I was part way home again.