Finding a voice

Excuse me while I post in tiny little spits and spurts, snippets of days and of emotions. Turning thoughts and feelings into words is something that I've never been particularly good at, especially ones that someone might actually want to read some day...

I know this new voice is inside of me. It's a voice that comes from a positive place of warmth, and love, and all of the beauty that I (and we all) have to give.

It just might take me a little while to find it.

Thinking about...

Today I am thinking about nature. About wood, and wind, and water. Clay and iron and stone. Warm wools and leathers. Things that speak to me, and with which I want to fill my new home with.

About all the plastic that I don't want to fill my home with.

All the physical and mental things that I want to pack and take with me to a new life.

And all the things that I don't.

I'm thinking about tribes.

Seeking them. Finding them. Finding mine.

Villages raising children.

Asking for help.

Help me, little village!

I'm also thinking about tomorrow. All that has to be done. And the joy that it will all bring if it all flows together nicely. And the whatever it will bring if it doesn't.

Whatever. Either way, it's all good.

With <3,
Me

Crossroads

Do you ever wake up and feel like you've suddenly arrive at a point; a crossroads perhaps?

And you can make a decision, to go one way, or the other, and whichever you choose will take you down a road that will be the direction you are to travel for the next 5,10,15 years?

Yeah, that. Today, that. These days it feels like every day, that.

So far, I have absolutely chosen the right road.