breakfast and the arts of catharsis

I am awake now. I can see that even with all that’s changed I am very much at the same place I was before..there are still choices to be made. I have some success here but with this liberated heart I am free to choose the next thing. I can stay or I can go. I can do new or I can settle for these hills. You should know, I know… that sea is still out there. My palate has improved and my child is starting to play again inside me.

I don’t want to make comparisons. I am in love with the quiet trees outside my windows and the peace I have here when I allow it. I recognize the I am the only one for this life of mine and if this is Life then I will embrace it. Now I prepare meals laughing in my kitchen.. the kitchen is better than the one I mourned a couple years ago. This is not lost on me as I dance through this house…. the guitars do their leaning and the story go on. The story continues. I simply have much more say about how that story goes. I get to choose the characters and settings. I am free.

Sobering to think about the unexpected. It is also exciting to do the unexpected. Today after the gym, I saw butternut squash portioned out for the holidays at the grocer. So I bought some and immediately curry and cilantro roasted them for breakfast.. it’s a small thing but the small things keep us healthy when we stack them on top of each other. I haven’t listened to a news man in days it seems.. this indicates that everything is going to be ok for us all.. and that child inside me may just decide to sing.

might not have taken all those turns if I knew with certainty that those detours would only muddy the story. true continuation after waking up in this life doesn’t include the dead parts. The actions that could end you ... they happened, but they don’t continue our stories with their redundancy — — — Moses in the Wild