It's 11:32 pm on Saturday 8/25, not quite ready for bed. Sitting in a quiet furnished basement practicing the art of being. Listening to my heartbeat. Feeling thankful for who I am and where I am.
Looking at a calendar, I am reminded that I left my life in New England nine days ago. During the last 12 years in Connecticut my life was extremely scheduled; balancing full-time work, barter-animal caretaking arrangement, creative time, family and friend time. I am living a different rhythm now. A rhythm of allowing the moments to unfold for the most part without the daily expectation to be a particular place at a particular time. Life as we all know is constantly changing, and I choose to remember that. For now at least, I am enjoying what feels to be resting in the resonance of my natural rhythm. All is well.