It’s time for me to transition, again.
My plan, when I came to Catalonia in Dec. 2019, was to live in a small town for eight months while training, racing, and looking for a house to purchase and where I’d put down roots.
“The best-laid plans…”
I depart, characteristically, with mixed emotions. There’s excitement for a new chapter based on the aforementioned theme, this time in my Nordic homeland where the scent of forest peat is strong and the bird song is familiar. There’s a sadness to leave what started to feel like home in both familiarity and in developing tribe. But I saw a window and chose to jump through it. What becomes of it is unknown, of course. I turn my face, and spirit, to the light and focus optimistically on possibilities. In truth, I have to because I know where the other road leads; I’ve been down it, and I don’t want to go that way again.
In some ways, there are potential benefits to how things have turned out. Life provided new perspectives and information that I may have missed had the coulter not crashed my “wee-bit heap o’ leaves an’ stibble.”
After many months of struggle, bewilderment, worry, and doubt this body, mind and spirit are alive in concert again. Singing hallelujah I also acknowledge the mourning of people and places I will miss. But it is in this multi-dimension of complementary, interconnected, and interdependent forces that I choose to explore. For me, it is in the seemingly unstable that I find expansiveness, magnificence, Reality.
I’m feeling a bit Mousie. …So cute.
(I like cute.)
❝ Bring us, O Lord God, at our last awakening into the house and gate of heaven, to enter into that gate and dwell in that house, where there shall be no darkness nor dazzling, but one equal light; no noise nor silence, but one equal music; no fears nor hopes, but one equal possession; no ends nor beginnings, but one equal eternity: in the habitations of thy majesty and glory, world without end.❞
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